The Tenderizer

I have to tell myself
That all the idle, idle evil doesn’t want
I spot a tender fleece
And so I put it in the closet
Till I’m tender myself
The skin is not deducted yet
From everything it was when it was alive
(Of course)

Someone said the despite all the evil people out there
There’s not one of them who went out with intent of being evil

(Someone...)
(One of them...)

I have to polish up the call of pop if I have to go out
The more I make my evil pop music
The more tickets they’ll buy to come and watch my self