Hidden Cameras Lollipop
In the name of callous talk:
This unborn age has reached its botch
Lollipop, Lollipop
Mouth of salivatng froth, thy stomach does as stomach
wants, contagious every single suck, the flavour takes
it, takes its time
Lollipop, Lollipop
Can't contain the nervousness that creeps into the
loins of us. Our fate concieved of block by block and
word for word we walk the talk, hapless, every single
one of us, we favour this in the ways that we waver.
Lollipop, Lollipop
Hazing is punch or to be punched, we whimper what we
have not fought, the body bruised, our fingers fraught,
we want lollipops to be our bread and bacon, in out
blood and our bones, our brothers to be naked with,
terrify, although our words will be vacant, in the same
of talk and this godless creation.
Lollipop, Lollipop
Turning into sap
the incredulous man
stumbles as he glances away
the harrowing way.
Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop
Face concealed by camera watch with sweaty paws and a
stomach knotted by thoughts of lollipops, stick into a
hot sticky mass in the pockets of the pants worn
leaving the shop, with a skip and a hop, what a bim
what a bop, what a bim what a bop what a bim, what a
bop, bop pop.
Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop
He's taken in hand
Led by his favourite band
Mumbles as he dances
In a crumbling gang
Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop
Thunder shakes our nerves to pulp, we gather in a
parking lot, our loot spread out, an even glop, our
eyes welled up with tears of want, in tandem every
single one of us, in our hapless condition that we made
ourselves, in a sugar-rush, our bodies drop, oh our
bodies drop, when the rhythm stops, when the rhythm
stops, oh when the rhythm stops, when the rhythm stops
STOP!
