oblivi R us

Don't touch that woman
Don't touch that man
Don't even touch
your happy little hand
Constipated
Alienated
Sprinting into oblivion

Don't look at dirty pictures
Don't look at what we chew
Don't look out
for number 2
Constipated
Alienated
Sprinting into oblivion

Don't listen to the screams
or daddy's drunken snores
Don't listen to what happens
behind closed doors

Don't look for trouble
Don't look at the whores
Don't look for the truth
behind the wars

Don't listen to the cries
Don't listen to the dead
Don't listen to the whispers
inside your head
Constipated
Alienated
Sprinting into oblivion