Blistering outburts, like burning a bratwurst at the PTA's playground ordeal Too bad you've erased all the times you've been chased by some pre-schoolers new cannonball Bandage the wounds inflicted by hounds and press the rib meat right back inside A dozen old ladies who visit from Hades have filed their art down to a point No need, no need no need no need, no need no need No need to be harried, whether unique or varied, you'll find the bigger lumps real tough to hide Simply a lard ass, a festering hard mass, the tumors help the doctors decide, but They're wrong, they're wrong, they're wrong The catch of the day is now getting away cuz the strong boy is losing his grip His eye cannot focus where his forefinger poke us but the blankets are soft and they're warm They're warm, they're warm they're warm, they're warm, they're warm they're warm While the kid in the street with the blood on his feet is eating handgun burritos with cheese Ideas are like treasure but they're harder to measure even with our new technology They're wrong, they're wrong, they're wrong (I was talking to my, my buddy Bernie, about these hooker people, fuckin' puke, I think they eh..forget it) Hundreds of potholes, and half full beer bottles Gazpacho, gestapo, gefilte, guerilla Tiny childish plans to assassinate the tutor A docile seeing eye dog, who owns his own computer The local union workers ready willing and they're able Elementary principle who drinks under the tableTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
