Nothing You Lack

Best that you forget me
Cause I talk too much 
And all the like of such 
All the time 
Got a merciful mind 
Is a streaking giraffe 
Costing four cents a pound 
If you lay on the ground 
A monkey jumps on your back 
Hey, there's nothing you lack 
Except a big red sack 
To put your head in 
And leave it there 
For centuries to spit on 
They scream from the mountains 
I can't hear your ear 
There's all in the way 
Those movies are ugly