Micro-sonic ashtrays
Explosive decay
Give a lover to your mother
Free weekend getaways

Put out the chainsaw
Let a hobo use it
Show the world what it's like
to be a train set

Marking up prices
and holding guarantees
I don't sell out, I sell in
I don't mellitus, insulin

Capital choke-hold, we know
Party of three I got a load
Nothing beats the best
When you're expecting morse code

I'm fresh
Like a pirate in a courtroom
Keeping up appearances
but never let you through

I'm fresh
I'm a remote dancer
Find a new girlfriend
Give her a chance, sir

Open road clinics
for superior cynics
Take a shot for the road
Shoot the load while you're low

Talking up storms
and whispering sunsets
Putting up a barrier
to shield the brain cleft

Deafening the old
and cleaning up the new
Forfetting the gold
and spilling what you spew

Michael has a wish
his wish is to be a fish
So give him what he dished
(YO, JOHNNY)

I'm fresh
Like a chef in an oven
Grilling off to the sounds
of refridgerators running

I'm fresh
I'm a remote dancer
Fine a homeless man
Give him a foreclosure