I went fishin' with a hammer and sicklenAnd a bone crusher attached to a picklenI snuck into the nest, pulled a pin from my vestnStarted suckin' on that juicy little tricklennWhy should we change this world today?n(Those soft fragile eggshell minds)nWhen we can smash 'em at will or let 'em decay?n(Those young fragile eggshell minds)nWe'll keep them well-fed with our poisionous crumbsn(Those soft fragile eggshell minds)nAnd they'll keep their heads up our ass to see where our shit comes fromn(Those young fragile eggshell minds)nnWe're gonna make 'em bleed! (breed?)nWe're gonna make 'em cede! (seed?)nnI chopped the head off of Mother GoosenLet the jailbirds all out on the loosenOh so pretty and young and so very well hungnWhen they're swayin' on up there in the noosennLet's give 'em an inch and then take a milen(Those young fragile eggshell minds)nAnd plant buck on the teeth of their naive smilesn(Those soft fragile eggshell minds)nWe'll explain it away as a new diseasen(Those young fragile eggshell minds)nAs we genetically create nodding heads that say pleasen(Those soft fragile eggshell minds)