I’m gonna shed my skin, deactivate my head    The skin that I regenerate looks like the skin that I just shed    I’m better suited being typical    I keep choking down the cockroaches until I get full       A centipede! Yeah, a centipede!    The trunk moves independently of the head    Cant keep it quiet, no cant keep it quiet    The lips keep moving when the brain is dead       Don’t wanna keep it down, I wanna throw it up    I just can’t keep it to myself, I can’t shut myself up    Don’t need no honesty, it isn’t half as fun    I just want to run my mouth    It makes me feel like I am someone       I don’t need to meet the arch bishop    Don’t need to shake hands in a roman cathedral    Just drag the garbage up out of my guts    For I am all things to all people