Karaoké Retrovertigo Mr. Bungle

Before you advertise all the fame is implied

With no fortune unseen

Sell the rights to your blight time-machine

While I'm dulled by excess and a cynic at best my art imitates crime

Paid for by the allies so invest

Now I'm finding truth is a ruin

Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing

Staring into glassy eyes

Mesmerized

There's a vintage thirst returning but I'm sheltered by my channel-surfing

Every famine virtual

Retrovertigo

A tribute to false memories

With conviction

Cheap imitation

Is it fashion or disease

Post-ironic remains a mouth to feed

Sell the rights to your plight and you'll eat

Now I'm finding truth is a ruin

Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing

Staring into glassy eyes

Mesmerized

See the vintage robot wearied then awakened by revision's theories

Every famine virtual

Retrovertigo