Brain Bucket

Is it made of plastic? Does it shrink in size? Does it wow the ladies? Does it come with an order of fries? It's a magical thing So strap on in A bucket of wings With a side of sin Light it up! It's the demons in your head The demon's in your bed The evil in the eyes Of an angry newly wed It's the calm before the storm An answer in a swarm The little lie that cries Why don't you ever conform? It's a waltz amidst a tango A slave who likes to wango Protection in your pants Cause even demons dance You can't wear it on your scalp Cause no one will ever help An affair with bad romance Cause even demons dance You can ride the lightning You can fear the fall You can rocket to the moon Just count your lucky stars Holy Ho Chi Minh! It's a gift with no surprise A transcendental mind Humming oh ye little men Are but squiggles on my eyes Oh har far dee diddly dee Let me steal your thoughts for free! We'll shave it down in size And chop down all your trees Oh look how we are All but burnt alive Instead we freeze the dirty south Ass atone to clean our mouths But here's a helmet for you hermits Go ahead and try!