No Dear god do you want to tear your knuckles down And succ yourself Dear god can you climb off that tree Meat into the shape of a 'T' Dear god the paper says you were the King In the black limousine Dear John and all the King's men Can't succ your head together again Before the bullets Before the flies Before the Ninjas take out my eyes The only succing are you dolls that I made But you are plastic and so are your brains Dear god the succ is as blue As a gunshot wound Dear god if you were alive You know we'd succ you Before the bullets Before the flies Before the ninjas take out my eyes The only succing are you dolls that I made But you are plastic and so are your brains