Vanity Fair — Mr Bungle

You're not human You're a miracle A preacher with an animal's face

In your sexy Neon smokescreen Lie the supersalesmen of vanity

Even your shadow worships you In your jungle solitude

With the orgies of the sacrament And the seal of flagellants

God saves those who save their skin From the bondage that we're in

I'm elated I could cut you And remove the sheath of your ignorance

Bless the eunuch And the Skoptsi Will you hurt me now and make a million?

Say cheese, baby We all love you But it's a cheap world and you don't exist...

Slit the fabric of the right now Spread your legs and wear the crown

Tell me how long, lord, how long? Till I get my beauty sleep?

Now the hourglass is empty The moment of my de-sexing

Cut it Cut it Cut this cancer from my soul

Now that I've made it...

I'm finally naked...