(Lyrics)

Quick-sand-man Mr. Flailing-around-while-I-hold-your-hand Slow-steam-ma'am rise above command. Whose life is this anyway?

Is this your story? Judgement's your job? At least the religious leave that up to god.

I thought you saw me as an equal. After all, your sugar is fair trade. Below the surface

a diabetic sweats with hades hand-in-hand uh-huh a coke in hand and free lies on-demand so help me understand

is this your story? Judgement's your job? At least the religious leave that up to god.