Dog Fashion Disco

Dr. Piranha

Dog Fashion Disco


he rose up from a toilet 
bearing gifts and bleeding from his ass 
and from his disinfected mausoleum 
he scrubbed his hands 
and prepared for surgery 
inside the operating room he screamed 
i believe this patient is already dead 
the nurse's laughter echoed through the halls 
as the doctor lit a smoke and shook his head 
i've discovered another flaw in god's sick invention 
we have built a time machine to travel through other dimensions 
the mercitron engaged the patient in 
a defenseless war against mortality 
angered by the latest turn of events 
the doctor felt he should part company 
upon arrival on the planet mars 
while waiting for the mothership to come 
dr. piranha and his faithful disciples 
in orbit searched for a baboon's heart 
we are what we are 
we are what we are 
christ clones are imprisoned 
in slave camps on a planet of trolls 
as coal mines and tar pits 
are filled with dead astronauts 
malpractice in the cosmos 
the garden of stars is filled with vengeful enemies 
assassins and hitmen eagerly await orders 
for research subjects to be purchased by the highest bidder 
i will be hunted for infinity 
detected with a dna radar 
they'll watch my every move 
the voices in my head will never cease 
mocking me over and over and over and over again 
we are what we are 
we are what we are 
christ clones are imprisoned 
in slave camps on a planet of trolls 
as coal mines and tar pits 
are filled with dead astronauts