crumble to an end Hell, we all die in the end Die in the end Die in the end Die in the end It's a dead end Dead end Dead end Dead end Once I had a
Sunny Sunday at the amusement park See the fat kids spill their pop Oh babe, lots of flags and balloons But someone sabotaged the roller coaster last
Wake up, get down here quick The president's had too much to drink His days of power are about gone He's been talking to paintings in the hall He says
I don't need your way of life I can't stand your attitudes I can do without your strife I don't need this fucking world I don't need this fucking world
Happy hour belongs to America's best loved thugs Here comes the 4 wheel prosthetic penises Got yer gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers We couldn
Look at me go So it's Halloween And you feel like dancin' And you feel like shinin' And you feel like letting loose Oh, whatcha gonna be Babe, you better
You been to school for a year or two Know you've seen it all Daddy's car thinkin' you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl Play ethnicky jazz to
Waow Hold it, it is too slow Waow Weaoww Dog bite, on my leg Not right, supposed to beg Dog bite, on my leg Not right, supposed to beg Daily to the
Hellnation's what they teach us Profiting from greed Hellnation's what they give us Coke, heroin and speed Hellnation's when they tell you You gotta
Now hear the hyperactive child take forth I'm tired of kissin' ass I can't sit still all day You know I know your school's a lie That's why you dragged
Breaking rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I needed money 'cause I had none I fought the law and
I say, come on to pleasures unknown Where we fly to when we are all bored C?mon for the ride and hop with the jet set tonight We?ll sun ourselves red
God told me to skin you alive I kill children I love to see them die I kill children And make their mamas cry Crush 'em under my car I wanna hear them
Who's that kid in the back of the room Who's that kid in the back of the room He's setting all his papers on fire He's setting all his papers on fire
You look at me from the back of the room All I see is a bumbling buffoon Head down like you don't see much Until you move in to make your bust I spy
I finally found a job in a paper Movin' barrels at chemical plant There's shiny-looking dust on my fingers Goin' up my nose and into my lungs It's the
Efficiency and progress is ours once more Look what we get a satellite bomb It's nice and quick and clean And gets things done sure got the shuttle Away