Dickheads Abound

Dickheads abound
Playing out the doubtful sound
Like rain on water

The? out
Now they hear the sound of doubt
Sales are down this quarter

Are we being spied upon by spirits in the sky?
Confiscations of your emotions
Mutilations on me

Dickheads are back
Hanging out and smoking crack
From Isle Bay to Mount Eden

The language of death
All the lucky ones have read
The future is wet and freezing

Are we being spied upon by spirits in the sky?
Confiscation of your emotions
Mutilation on me

Are we being spied upon by spirits in the sky?
Confiscations of your emotions
Mutilations on me
On me, on me