Nightmare Being
I'm gremlins in your basement I'm the foodchain in your lunch
I give your babies rabies I'm the lead in your champagne
Excuse me, hello. I'm a nightmare being

Now, I know I look like Altamont and smell like Richard Nixon
But I have to take your money or I'll die of hypothermia
Oh yes, it's entirely on the cards. Brrrr . . 

Call me beggar, call me wino, call me scumbag, call me names
Call a policeman and an ambulance, I won't be here to meet them
I'm invisible. Like salmonella

Turn away and I'll turn ugly, turn self-righteous I'll turn blue
Turn the corner, turn me on, you know exactly what to do
'Coz all I want is for you to fill this box

Airforce ranger, I wanna be an airforce ranger
I wanna live a life of danger, I wanna be an airforce ranger

I got educated somehow, I know lots of blends of whisky
I know Jung and I know Kizzy
But I don't know where you get your money from . . 
And I'm not sure that I want to
So piece by piece we lay foundations
Of the stuff we use for language:
It is awkward, it is dirty, but it's all we've got to work with
By the way, now you're here, won't you fill this box?
With dosh . . . money, that is

Got all these animals to feed in my house
Send us your money, just send us your money
And we'll take care of the rest
Yes, we'll take care of the rest
Just mark your envelope
"J.B.C.--Charity."