Fashion Nugget

Heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face from more than once angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives to chicken McNuggets.
Now, heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives to chicken McNuggets.
Shut the fuck! Up. Right. Learn to buck up.
Right, shut the fuck up. Now, yeah. Learn to buck up.

Now, nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels.
Now, nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels.
Shut the fuck! Up. Right. Learn to buck up.
Right, shut the fuck up. Yeah, ooh! Learn to buck, up.

Now, simple feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smoky spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets.
Now, clever feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smoky spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets.
Shut the fuck! Alright. Okay. I don't. Shut the fuck! Wanna. I don't wanna hear it.
That's right.