This is a song about "Breadsticks"

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

I write for inspiration, to spark communication with others,

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

'cause it was an admired service-man

Haven't you ever seen anchorman