madness in a box that is what we are, who might we be?
we are TRANSVESTITEstallion we are very mainstream pop, well the worst mainstream radio pop you ever heard since you where an infant born alive by hopefully you mum or perhaps dad, we are the eartwigs running around in your damaged insane brain, we make you happy and full of lust, we breastfeed our selves just for fun, we are not that kinky, broken men, transgenders and female women out us in a big neon green electronic jar and hide away us on a shelf in case you mother or some less insane person comes for a quickie at you home place, we didn't get any milk when we where kiddies, we drank everything else and look how that turned out or not actually, well actually not at the very least, we are the worst and the badest hippie band in the frapping fornicating world,
we might be the wostest in the punking universe or so they say the exo and xeno people we sometimes play in front for, sometimes we jam with them through the intergalactic interweb like small stallions on dopamin under extreme stress and underneath a doze of unhealthy noisy presure, we speak with our mouth like we where one collective mushroom hive mind of our own
