Lucky Charms are only lucky for a little
And by lunch your leprechaun is at a loss
So your milk turns to muck, and you’re shit out of luck
And you can’t find time to floss

So clip me off a crispy kick of Kit Kat
Cricket kicks the cat from the katsura tree
Now I'm stranded on Mars with these Milky Way bars
Oh Swedish Fish set me free

The beekeeper’s minesweeper high-score
His orange Hi-C is scorching his eyes
He's got honey in his hair and he’s glued to his chair
His momma’s gonna find a pint-size surprise

But this is devil music, I fuckin choose it, choose it
Devil music, it makes me lose it, lose it
Oddballs and heathens, we’re all in season
We landed on the island of the misfit toys

Mr. Clean is only working for the weekend
And the weak end up working for Mr. Clean
He’s got soap in his mouth and he’s migrating south
It’s the cleanest you’ve ever been

That curly Shirley Temple’s surely joking
Don’t call me Shirley, shut the autopilot off
Now the cheese stands alone, showboating in the loading zone
And the sugar-coating’s wearing off

Penn and Teller are magnificent magicians
Grab a pen and tell her the magic is gone
You’ll be cut right in half for an audience laugh
Then you’ll help fertilize the lawn.

But this is devil music, I fuckin choose it, choose it
Devil music, it makes me lose it, lose it
Oddballs and heathens, we’re all in season
We landed on the island of the misfit toys

Oh it’s Taco Tuesday, talk about too little…
Too late the tide is too high to swim.
Rompi mi propio corazon, soy el menos chingon
Spineless: another synonym

So I'll whisper wishes in the ear of an elephant
Irrelevance is whisked away with the wind
And they won’t give a toss about the dignity that’s lost
From your silly sister’s salacious sins

So I'll curtsy to the crime in the curtains
I’M CURSED! To curtail my curds and whey
All the holes in the walls, and the whores down the halls
Are keeping the wolves at bay

The calamity of a SoCal calibration. A caffeinated Calvinball, cavalry call
All the sticks from the nest still stick in my chest
And the flight feels no further than a fall.

But this is devil music, I fuckin choose it, choose it
Devil music, it makes me lose it, lose it
Oddballs and heathens, we’re all in season
We landed on the island of the
Landed on the island of the
Landed on the island of the misfit toys