Lollipop - The Hidden Cameras

In the name of callous talk:

This unborn age has reached its botch

Lollipop, Lollipop

Mouth of salivatng froth, thy stomach does as stomach wants, contagious every

single suck, the flavour takes it, takes its time

Lollipop, Lollipop

Can’t contain the nervousness that creeps into the loins of us.

Our fate

concieved of block by block and word for word we walk the talk, hapless,

every single one of us, we favour this in the ways that we waver

Lollipop, Lollipop

Hazing is punch or be punched, we whimper what we have not fought,

the body bruised, our fingers fraught, we want the lollipops to be our bread

and bacon, in out blood and our bones, our brothers to be naked with, terrify,

although our words will be vacant, in the name of talk and this godless

creation

Lollipop, Lollipop

Turning into sap

The incredulous man

Stumbles as he glances back

The harrowing way

Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop

Face concealed by camera watch with sweaty paws and a stomach knotted by

thoughts of lollipops, stick into a hot sticky mass in the pockets of the pants

worn leaving the shop, with a skip and a hop, what a bim what a bop,

what a bim what a bop what a bim, what a bop, bop pop

Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop

He’s taken in hand

Led by his favourite band

Mumbles as he dances

In a crumbling gang

Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop

Thunder shakes our nerves to pulp, we gather in a parking lot, our loot spread

out, an even glop, our eyes welled up with tears of want, in tandem every

single one of us, in this hapless condition that we made ourselves,

in a sugar-rush, our bodies drop, oh our bodies drop, when the rhythm stops,

when the rhythm stops, oh when the rhythm stops, when the rhythm stops STOP!