I don't need your acusations  second rate abomination  your heart is degenerating  your "love mix" needs new combination  with the fire of love  burns the flames of hate  capable of opposites  never knowing which  you're going to get  today, to bury, to die  and what's your body glitter?  you need a stoned sitter  you hate only New York litter  and what's your body glitter?  canned peaches and my brain  is not my own  I sing the puppets song of being free  controlled by a string  with an acters voice  never talking 'bout  subject choice  despair in sing song voice  wooden whipping boy  knock on wood  knock on me  and what's your body glitter?  you need a stoned sitter  you hate only New York litter  and what's your body glitter?