You cut me off in traffic, Butt in front of me in line. One day you'll get what's coming but till then I'll bide my time Rude waitresses and waiters
Now that I'm blind I can finally see It's a beautiful thing that'd happened to me Among the living dead is where I wanna be Let me eat your brain
I hate the way it smells, I hate the way it tastes I'll take a pot of coffee, throw it in your face Coffee shops suck shit, let's burn em to the ground
Drive, sleep, McDonald's, play Drive, sleep, McDonald's, get faced Drive, sleep, McDonald's, no pay Drive, sleep, McDonald's, fuck you! Drive, sleep
I don't care what you do I'm not gonna do it I don't like you Well you can't be what you love I know that you wont get far You're gonna die You're
Can't tell your ass from a hole in the ground You'd lose your fucking head if it wasn't screwed on You smile and you nod like you understand I'll
We worship Ozzy osbourne jerkin off n' watchin' kiddy porn gonna sacrifice the niegbours cat on the altar we built out back and late at nite when
part of the problem not part of the solution dont wanna think about it i can't see any conclusion part of the problem not part of your solution
you drink coffee at the right cafes and bitch about the rights of gays i drink beer down at the river and bitch about my swollen liver you listen
Fuck you and your political scene Give me a Fangoria magazine Wann talk philosophy? Well maybe later I'm watching Bride Of Reanimator [Chorus:]
We are the drunks! We are the drunks! You's all are punks! 'cause We Are THE DRUNX!!!
I'm sick of sitting at home because I don't have an cash My cable got cut off so I watch re-runs of M*A*S*H if money dont't buy happiness then
Theres a party at my place Bring a healthy appetite and a liter or a case. We got a barbecue pit out back of the house Turning on a spit with an
on puppies alice drank spit lee ving beat up hippies GG ate shit quincy punx quincy punx we rule this fucking place quincy punx quincy punx
Well you say my life is going nowhere Young & dumb and I just don't care I've got no money and I've got no job And I lay around like a lazy slob
Hassidic psychos with a twist, A crazed obbsession for performing Bris All in black with long side-locks, And wire strippers for your cocks. Keep
I don't care if people stare i burn thier fucking eyes and its ok the things they say i know there fucking lies cycle boots, and leopard skin studs
I've got no culture but Mcdonald's and Coke. if yours goes any deeper, well I'll treat it like a joke. Don't know anything about foreign policy.
