Step Into My Orifice, Baby Talkshow Boy

[Verse 1]
Millions and millions of tiny pieces in places
That fit and tumble in places in a continuous motion
Millions of bodies that fit in bodies and do things
Like a machine or mechanism that was built by mad-men
Open up, open up, I'm running up on your body, baby
Hold it, we could lose it like a suicide orgy
If we get clinical and/or something or rather
Sooner or later we could kill her and on, and on, yeah

[Chorus]
I'm grabbing the bullshit by the horns

[Verse 2]
Millions and millions of fucking jerks in tuxedos
Escorting beautiful women through places black and I see
Millions upon millions of pictures of people dancing, drinking
Quickly in succession like a black and white movie
Hundreds and thousands, billions and trillions, kajillions
Of people sleeping with people to ascertain their status
Fractions of factions of small percentages of other people
Pretty and funny and killing it, right on, now

[Chorus]
I'm grabbing the bullshit by the horns