if they took my handprint
they would see i’m a wanted man
eyes of the underground
hands of the dark artist
breathing normally and dressed
like fred i waltz past security
with my ceramic uzi
six clips of paint cartridges
a half a load of laughing gas bombs
everybody must get stoned
the virus i loosed writes in DNA
does nothing but makes you really
happy satisfied with life and a
permanent lefty
i is the changer of gears
i roll the jelly man down the aisle
i sell the souls of right-wingers to
the devil steal ‘em back and stick ‘em
in the washing machines they come
out permanent lefties
working on a gas to make you forget
your religion
we gonna flood the gaza with don’t member
why i held this explosive device let’s get
drunk and paint the mosque purple rainbow
taliban’s a funny word let’s go flying
we got a machine makes food from dirt and
makes itself from rusty old car parts
starting to replicate and throw itself around the
heart of darkness
we got little beepers that tell us whether
you’ve been bad or good
so be good
or we gonna make you care
and be a permanent lefty
happy all day long
all the way to the new planet