We three need some psy-chi-a-try,
The Dead, the liv-ing, and the fur-ry,
They tried ig-nor-ring and ex-plor-ring
Neither helped their san-i-ty

O-Ooo

Tri-um-ver-ate, three in one,
Wish-ing Asher'd join the fun,
Lest they be idle,
One's su-i-ci-dal,
Prozac need-ed by the ton.

We three need a lar-ger bed,
Got to get that ar-du-er fed,
So much po-king,
We're not jo-king,
Richard wishes he were dead...

O-Ooo

Tri-um-ver-ate, three in one,
No more vir-gins when they're done,
Skin is glow-ing,
Fur is flow-ing,
Anita loads her favorite gun.