Texty: Drive Like Jehu. Yank Crime. New Math.

Yeah I'd stoop to that
Sure I would
Yeah you been had
That's how I got my job at the underwriter's lab

You bet I sucked up
Every chance I had
That's how I fixed it
That's what I did

And now my knees are spotless and my legs are crossed
And I needn't spread them
Cause I can afford
Piety, chastity, charity, your company