Here's a little something for the lost and found If the mallon ain't on, then we're walking out What you talking 'bout? You can't be serious Cause we don't even know what year it is 2000 and 1985, on New Year's Eve or the day we die In a Ryder truck, with the trailer open Protocol overall is lederhosen Tell me, tell me, tell me, what you been doing Soldering an organ from the '70's Other hand harvesting the organs of my enemies If in pursuit of feeder fish, he forgo any pleasantries Bonfires eating into ornamental effigies At a odd orbit, not a part of the public Part of a mob forged in worn carnival justice Trust, that's what a playboy be on One quarter straight, no save point respawn Tell me, tell me, tell me, what you been doing Gettin' Ziggy with it Biting the hand that feeds Lenny and Squiggy with it Lord of the flies with more eyes on his pinky digit I am Bobby Freedom, and this is 60 minutes Tar boil, coil with hood spread Gargoyle then foil the good bets Part spoiled and loyally book bed And char broil the soil with oily footsteps