Fruit salad, yummy yummy
Fruit salad, yummy yummy
Fruit salad, yummy yummy
Yummy yummy yummy, fruit salad!

I did my time, and I want out (Uh-huh)
So effusive, fade, it doesn't cut, the soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Packaging subversion, pseudo-sacrosanct perversion
(The first step)
Go drill your deserts, go dig your graves
(The second step)
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
(The third step)
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done, it has begun, I'm not the only one

And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me