Låttexter:
Lard

Lay me down on a griddle of sweat Lay me down, it's been a long day Time to unwind, time to relax Let the tension flow away My body's weary and full

War Pimp Renaissance War Pimp Renaissance War Pimp Renaissance War Pimp Renaissance Yippee Tai-Yai-Yai Yo Evil Commie empire's gone Yippee Tai-Yai-Yai

Well I'm the prim faced mealy mouthed political Chiseler the lack luster loser With the selfish streak The oldest strongest vilest longest I just masticate

Who's cooking at the stake tonight? Is it the black, yellow, the red or the white? The majority's meat is the minority's poison So you keep your head

I hear the dog barking tonight The first foot forward is the right The blood in the sands and the broken crutch The blood on my hands - whose magic touch

Översättning: Amboog-A-Lard. Vi representerar.

I was cruisin' in a car Down Melrose Boulevard When I stopped all the traffic I was laughin' so hard Standin' on the corner Was this rock n roll dude

Don't ask me why But I was walking down the streets Of Fairfax, California And I saw this flyer hangin' On a telephone pole, and it said CAN GOD FILL

A fork is a cold shiny tool To pierce, tear and ingest Whoever has the fork in hand Controls the meal of its choice We're told the first few punctures