Born in a cartoon of malicious riddles.
Castrated at the thought of moving pictures.
Mutating colours in the 3rd dimension.
Technicolor and amphetamines in another crime scene. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/d/dog_fashion_disco/cartoon_autopsy.html ]
The lord of illustrated disenchantment,
He sleeps to dream up a conspiracy,
With many sugar coated alibis.
Technicolor and amphetamines in another crime scene.
We are anarchists of good taste.
We are terrorists of untruths.
