Wicked, wicked Wanda   What was it that spawned ya?   Who’s responsible for your trash?      A pretty little spider   With Hollywood inside her   And no time to accommodate      Chicken scratch   A bare ass back   Never      Voice your scream   paralyzed dream   Forever      Wicked, wicked Wanda   I’d rather date Rwanda   Than be involved in   Your moral drab      Pretty little spider   With Hollywood inside her   And no time to accommodate      Venom kicks   We’re not jig   Offender      (I can see the moon the sun   the stars they shine on everyone   together)      Basement screams   Apparent to me   Forever      To be free of doubt and longing   Simple clarity   Belonging   In a role untouched by history      To be part of something vaster   Than yourself the frozen plaster   Break out of your core categories      Strike me square   Into the arms of the air      Strike me square   Into the arms of the air      Stories not reality   I feel like a junk contraption   Truth is I can’t shake this vile fear      When I space out I’m direct   I got the beaker to reflect with   Free to be a temperamental tear      Strike me square   Into the arms of the air      Strike me square   Into the arms of the air