Smile, Fry, & Die

Smile, fry & die
The pearly toothed monsters need you
Crooked cops, with silky white shirts & mustard stains

Mascots are drained from their presence
They look at them like peasants
Fighting over the dying pheasants
On the hunt for one last meal
Pearly toothed monsters
Will smile, fry & die

Mascot's uplift our morale
And the cheerleaders will flaunter
But it won't last long

The working Joe breaks his foot
As the laughing Arthur collects his paycheck
This ain't what he wanted but it's what he got
Well this is what you get
When monsters are at the wheel

Smile, fry & die
My girl's got cancer
I don't have the heart to say goodbye
She can't pay for the poison
But I can pay for mine

I'm just another damn monster
Pearly toothed, suit-clad monster
Counting paper, tossing silver, eating copper

Somebody stop ‘em
Before this burning world
Eats its oil, as we toil and recoil
At the horrors of the cities we built

Monsters at the wheel
Checking his reflection in the rear view mirror
Blood on his paper
Oil in his hair
Whitener on his fangs
Silky, velvety fine fabrics from china
Alloys from Venezuela
The children got sciatica
No health-plan just a 24-hour suicide net

Smile, fry & die
You best enjoy the little things
The diamonds & gold
Come at a cost
The oil doesn't come without the toil
But green sure does smell good

He flies by the floods, stepping over the mud
He doesn't see it, but you know he must
He extends his hand, with a grin

Won't you please shake his hand?
We're all just pearly toothed monsters
Driving at the wheel
Monsters are at the wheel

You can see it, but does he?
Are your eyes with me?
Do you see the horizon?
The Cliffside approaches
But this isn't our stop
Pearly toothed monsters'
We'll all smile, fry & die