Give the finger to the dance-pop singer

Give the finger to the dance-pop singer.
As she's dancing upon your paycheck.
Sales climb higher through the garbage pail sky.
Like a giant dildo crushing the sun

That's why, Pay no mind.
Sleep in slime, just got a sign.

So get out your lead pipe pipetrains.
Get out your ten foot flags.
The insects are huge and the poision's all been used.
And the drugs won't kill your day job, honey.