My jaws are made of porcelain, My life's an utter, complete mess. Tales abound of my sanity, Forever will I be chastised? Crates of gold and silver and platinum, enter my cabbage patch, Terrain, backpacks, TVs, stereos all remind me of pizza Take 5, take 6, Take it all! My life's a burned out affair, cults and gold-diggers please take note! Body language semi-convertible, Tank tops and underwear, celery and bacon, Tornadoes and hurricanes, Please be a much appreciated anarchy. To those that like pie, I think of lemon meringue, tangy and flavorful, altgoether yellowed, old and sick, wise and undermined. Can't you be better, my southern belle? Corrupt you are but nasty you're not. It is not for naught that I say these words!! Unkempt hair in Coventry with bushes and meadows, I lived on the prairie, when I was a classic chum, my life's fantastic. Or so they say. Cults, gold-diggers, and gravediggers alike, Cats and dogs roam the streets, We try to make time go by, with wishes fulfilled and nature personified.