Beauty will destroy your mind Spare the gory details Give them gift wrap For the man with everything Though I lived a lonely life I was confused I'm butcher I Feel nothing As it courses up my arms The position of the worms Up, up, through my heart Into my brain Arm a bit slack, a basic combination Cut out chopped liver on the block My heart's still pumping My heart's still pumping He's a worrier, worrier He's a little bitch coming out of him He's a worrier, worrier He's a little bitch coming out of him Coming out of him