At Odds with Dr. Genesis

[Verse 1] Steel-headed giants roam the land And feed on chocolate syrup It's food for the gods A warning to all pirates [Verse 2] And Jimmy was a fly Got sucked in by an actor And wrapped in a cocoon And skin-tight buffoonery Now here's the plan, now here's the plan [Verse 3] They're going to spit his body Across the land And he'll wind up in a foreign sand You been poison to Mr. Suit, full of fluid I'm thirty-seven million barrels worth of bad oxygen No stones in the hand No birds in the bush You've been poisoned, Uncle Al By the deadly injection