They don't make 'em like they used to be An eye that wanders and a taste for meat Two legs, seemingly broken, fall open with the breeze One tongue, forked and then sharpened, Flicks the flecks out from your teeth They don't make 'em like they used to do Pour some poison in an ear or two My words, lobotomized by anger, embarrass me One brain, spitting and sputtering, can't quite keep it clean God don't make no junk We built these things for breaking down All of this, for breaking down I kept my cool throughout the day Now its mine, my turn, to freak out I scream my fill, I scream what I wish I said at the windshield After the amputation I can still feel you itch Mourning my phantom limb that tangled with two hemlock lips God don't make no junk You're right, you're ever so smart How blessed am I to have your insight!? You're right, you're ever so smart How blessed am I to have your fucking insight!? We built these things for breaking down All of this, for breaking down I kept my cool throughout the day Now its mine, my turn, to freak out