Lemming Pie

All language is made up, a poisonous habit we teach the young Give words meaning like, tears and moans and sticks and stones What's mine is yours Your God ain't the right religion What you do to your body, it's our decision What you call yourself, it's our decision It's a double standard with a double vision Oh, I don't mind, have a slice of Lemming Pie Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'll put you in a will, if you pay my funeral bill Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Now, I'm not one to make up my mind But for argument's sake, let's take a look at your side Your heavenly father, is he and him right? Is the Lord really packing one that he busts in the sky? Okay, okay, you've heard enough from me I'll just go back to my production, cut, paste, copy Oh, put some distortion on this and some delay Oh shit, I just spilled my coffee Oh, I don't mind, have a slice of Lemming Pie Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'll set my sight to kill, if you pay my studio bill Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, I don't mind, have a slice of Lemming Pie Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'll put you in the will, if you pay my funeral bill GOING DOWN