Paroles de Tylenol

Flipping through the magazines, Plastic girls in painted on jeans. I want to be famous, I've found the means: Your going to die for my social greed. I poison your products. Cyanide in Tylenol, give the N.Y. Times a call But there's still hope for me; Indemnity though insanity I kill your comsumers First you get a massive headache. Then you vomit on the floor. Things are getting darker now... Hug the toilet, puke Somemore And then you die