Through a scanner brightly, it's the stray alley cat
Garde-avant-tu, I don't want to, I won't do it like that
Smiling crowds of people look just like a trophy shrieking screaming to me
Feel no love for all phenomena that I like
I flash a flood, a-passing blood or making love to a spike
Seems the glittering shadow self reveals itself a little too easily

And cruising through the carnival, parade through the sun
I see the beauty queen, I prime my weapon, ready for fun
And if I hit my singing target, take a bow and then run
Oh, if escape is TNT, then give me my twenty tons
I wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun
Wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun
Wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun

Now aching in the abbattoir, the smell of burnt fat
I see the cosplay artists prancing and the sweet dramacrats
Gazing with a jealous wonder at their ease apparent simply to be
From a sissy to a woman to a slut to a dyke
The cracking glass, the fractured bones of a multiple psyche
Send a telegram from Earth to outer space that says "I do not feel free"

And cruising through the carnival, parade through the sun
See the beauty queen, I prime my weapon, ready for fun
And if I hit my singing target, take a bow and then run
Oh, from a purple putty tat, give me my twenty buns
I wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun
Wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun
Wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun

And cruising through the carnival, parade through the sun
I see the beauty queen, I prime my weapon, ready for fun
And if I hit my singing target, take a bow and then run
Oh, if escape is TNT, then give me my twenty tons
I wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun
Wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun
Wanna counterattack with a gun and a nun