From the recording The Paint Splats

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Lyrics

The piss-soaked peppermint in the bathroom sink
Illuminates the architecture as you drink
From the daisy-stained faucet
And the stew that's brewin' out the top of your head

The garden gnomes sing what they read in the books
I didn't know they had eyes, but nothing's a surprise anymore
Since if I've been released

Charlie, is this a dream?
I can't punch and I can't scream
I can't run away from this fairytale display

Backwards caps keep those ticks off your neck
You better put a hat on your walnut sack
They're bleeding all over you
But you don't mind as long as the pies sell

Ritualistic capitalism
Ear canals filled with Uncle Sam's jizzum
Choked til our neck tattoos turn the red, white, and blue

Charlie, is this a dream?
I can't punch and I can't scream
I can't run away from this fairytale display

On that big megatron screen
On that big megatron screen
On that big megatron screen
On that big megatron screen

If you stoke and you poke'r like you do in the shade
I'm not the only one that's gonna be late
Why can't we get along?
Diamond, hearts, clubs, and spades

Charlie, is this a dream?
I can't punch and I can't scream
I can't run away from this fairytale display

On that big megatron screen
On that big megatron screen
On that big megatron screen
On that big megatron screen