Hey kids, don't look inside
'Cause there ain't nothing to see
Just a man and his magic box
He's hypnotized and bulging
prisoner of his own sloth

fiery, hound of [bad word] Is heading straight for me
But it's okay, I invited him in
He knows more than I do

Well, the [bad word] up as a lump of coal
And the palm trees catch on fire
And you tap your confession
On a cold dead phone
And you realize that you're a liar

There ain't nobody wanna follow you
And there ain't no Fantastic Four
And if we're talking the God's honest [bad word] She don't think about you no more

No one looks into the eye of the Gorgon
And lives, uh, uh, baby
That's just ain't the way things works
Not for this jerk

Peeking out of my shades
I see a girl on a donkey
But she's riding away
No love today

The [bad word] up as a lump of coal
And the palm trees catch on fire
And you tap your conspicion
On a cold, dead phone
And you realize that God's a liar

But there ain't nobody wanna follow you
And there ain't no Fantastic Four
And if we're talking the God's honest [bad word] He don't think about you no more

Well, the [bad word] up as a lump of coal
And the palm trees catch on fire
And you tap your confession on a cold, dead phone
Hey, anyone can be a liar

But there ain't nobody wanna follow you
And there ain't no Fantastic Four
And if we're talking the God's honest [bad word] He don't think about you no more