We got the poisons, we got the towels   We got the headsets, we got the flowers and the owls   We got the shovels, we got the gloves   We had the visions, we got approval from above   We licked the mirror, we fed the swine   No use pretending that it wasn't a good time   It was a riot of cheese and string   (Was always gonna be a messy kind of thing)      We got the moisture, we got the cup   There is no question - we got the pressure pushing up   We got the laquer, we got the beer   We have the makings of a phenomenon right here   We had the lecture, we did the tour   We saw the slack mechanic with his terrible allure   We got the sugar, we got the tongs   We know the verse and chorus to a thousand happy songs      We got the sirens, we got the chimes   We have the motives for such enthusiastic crimes   We had the Ice Age and now the feast   We're spooning fondue with the surgeon and the priest   We got the plasma, we got the chrome   Slo-mo explosions in an exstasy of foam   We got the litmus, we got the trowels   Anticipation percolating through the bowels