Michael Nesmith
Admiral Mike
You’re selling ads, you slimy toad
Don’t smile at me and shake my hand
You’re killing me, you’re killing us
Because you’re only, only selling ads
You’re selling ads, you stupid twit
The naked lunch is on your knife
The homicides are suicides
Because you’re only, only selling ads
Your copy kills, your copy smells
Realities are crushed beneath the ads your copy sells
Go back to hell, you giddy fools
There is no truth you cannot maim
He killed himself, you killed him first
Because you’re only, only selling ads
Your copy kills, your copy smells
Realities are crushed beneath the ads your copy sells
You’re selling ads, you slimy toad
Don’t smile at me and shake my hand
You’re killing me, you’re killing us
Because you’re only, only selling ads
Because you’re only, only selling ads
Because you’re only, only selling ads
Because you’re only, only selling ads