Lyrics

You are the everything
The buttercup the sugarnation
You are the Antichrist
A plastic cancer world
With God on tap
His piercing babyblues
Blink across the sky

A caveman lumbers ‘round his spacestation
As rockets fly in loop in his space-age
Campbell’s soup

The queen of England tells her vicar
She is taking something for her depression

And in the Amazon a tribe of darkbrown people
Live in peace and dimethyltriptamines

A.Kurasawa made a picture of a man
Who built a park through the blood red tape

And flies they satellite around
The tearstained eyes
Of a child with a fever

You are the everything
The buttercup the suagrnation
You better ante up

You are the everything
The buttercup the sugarnation
You better ante up