Lyrics Tylenol - Ludichrist

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