[bad word] with birds and kids 
Talking to themselves for some reason 
And wrists can vibrate at [bad word] rate 
to get you to sleep or keep you from it 

He wears that hole in his shoe with real grace 
And if he wears it right he 
just might have a leg up on everyone 
bet it’d feel so good. 
They’d all watch him tie those gold laces 
And they [bad word] things that he can’t stop tying  [bad word] grateful and bitter for his brand new handicap and 
Holding the ropes that he’d been [bad word] upon 
Can’t get his hands off his feet to enjoy the walk 
Now it’s tough to tell if ever he was real 
Just knows the [bad word] of his new boots [bad word] special snowflakes 

Choke the evil out 
Smoke “ 
Stroke “ 
Choke “ 

it's satisfied 
by removing chunks of dead skin 
it turns it on the same way 
mmmm mmmm mmmm 

couldn’t keep a straight face staring at it 
it satisfies 
it turns me on 

With that mirror you forced yourself to stare 
And you stink of the holiness they soaked you in 
It ends up driving you bored and drinking you numb 
So special for a minute though 

He wears that hole in his shoe with the same face 
And if he wears it right he 
just might have to keep that leg up on everyone 
it feels so good. 
They’d all watch him tie those gold laces 
And they [bad word] things that he can’t stop tying 
Gracefully bitter for that old handicap and 
Gripping the ropes that he holds himself on 
Feet paraded on high as his hands take the walk 
Tough to tell if ever he was real 
Just knows the [bad word] of those old boots keeps him a special snowflake