text: Well pale face said to the eyeball kid
  She just goes clank and boom and steam
  A halo, wings, horns, and a tail
  Shoveling coal inside my dreams
  There are no laws, shes made of cream
  Shes such a scream
  Qui bon tres bien, nails in cement
  A Donnie gal from mortal clay
  The plow is red, the well is full
  Inside the dollhouse of her skull
  A cheetah coat fills up with steam
  Shes such a scream
  All crooked lines, her fireplace
  A milktrain so clean, machine gun haste
  Youll ride the only wall of shame
  And drag that chain across the state
  Her lips are red, she is the queen
  Shes such a scream