fuckin' hippie For that matter don't trust anyone Quit school, don't work Livin' up the music you punk If I could do it so could anyone Drugs are good
One source of energy The ultimate discovery Electric blue for me Never more to be free Electricity Nuclear and H.E.P. Carbon fuels from the sea Wasted
Rip them down, hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull my trigger, I am bigger than Rip them down, hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull
I killed your baby today And it doesn't matter much to me As long as it's dead Well I got something to say I raped your mother today And it doesn't matter
I wish I could go so far away Where time moves too slow day after day I'll wait and I'll sit and watch the clouds As they go by. I have a sensation where
't know what conventions you go to I don't know what movies you've seen I don't wanna hear explainations of unexplainable things. It's not that I don
conscience keep awake The promises I deep Are not the ones I make I count the costant causes I lost count of regrets A surplus of good intentions don't
stone It has to do with freedom and personal liberty I don't fuck with you, don't fuck with me The blueprints of a better world were printed on a postage
get paid Time to forfeit, We may be in the light, But we ain't shit We may not get respect You think we don't know We may be riding on a one way ticket
you" Starry, starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frame less heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can't forget Like the strangers that
sarcasm To me it's plain, to you absurd You don't know me let alone my intent Actions do not always self represent I don't feel urgency in explaining
, With the bass and treble down. She's got tits like microwaves Burritos that explode. What I wouldn't give to see her pee... Betweem 2 parked cars, On
Timmy the Turtle You know him as Tim Timmy the Turtle He sang with The Grim Too slow He sat in turtle goo Timmy the Turtle Is giving them hell Timmy
: Juice head Juice head Juice head Juice heeee-aaaaad Juice head Juice head
: Talkin' bout your mom Talkin' bout your mom Talkin' bout your mom Talkin' bout your mom She's a whore, bitch, gutter slut Likes to shove me up her
need is a little pick me up I don't really care if it's clean or if it's cut So give it to me now or your gonna bring us down, yeah, hey Give me some
: (I don't even remember how this one goes) What I scream about Can't get the stink out Catch it on my tongue Save it in my lung Fucking Vegans smoking
little party in the sun But you just can't sit there smoking and drinking anymore You gotta new jive All your friends are getting weird Because you ain't