[b:3d9jbczy]Mr. Bungle[/b:3d9jbczy]

[u:3d9jbczy]Vanity Fair[/u:3d9jbczy]

[i:3d9jbczy]You're not human
You're a miracle
A preacher with an animal's face 

In your sexy
Neon smokescreen
Lie the supersalesmen of vanity 

Even your shadow worships you
In your jungle solitude 

With the orgies of the sacrament
And the seal of flagellants 

You know God saves those who save their skin
From the bondage that we're in 

I'm elated
I could cut you
And remove the sheath of your ignorance 

Bless the eunuch
And the Skoptsi
Will you hurt me now and make a million? 

Say cheese, baby
We all love you
But it's a cheap world and you don't exist... 

(ah ah ah, oh oh, ah ah ah...)

Slit the fabric of the right now
Spread your legs and wear the crown 

Tell me how long, lord, how long?
Till I get my beauty sleep? 

Now the hourglass is empty
The moment of my de-sexing 

Cut it
Cut it
Cut this cancer from my soul 

Now I've made it... 

Finally naked, finally naked...

Yeah, I've made it...

I'm really naked... [/i:3d9jbczy]