We can go on and on Ah ha, one two ya'll Uh uh, nobody, ah Woo, woo, this is E, Short Dog and Sweat We vets Coming through, hot to death, place your
Want to fuck off, drop out Never trust a fuckin' hippie For that matter don't trust anyone Quit school, don't work Livin' up the music you punk If I
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 got something to say 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
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
Martian men are coming to earth they're abducting all of the jerks, Martian men are coming to earth Martian men, don't take me Pods are landing from
My mind is wide asleep My 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
Call it libertarian 'cos we do as we please don't need fear of force to foster no morality morals are a substitute concern in someone's ear They're basically
Tear that poster off the wall It takes up too much space We ain't no fucking rock band, man We're a professional Disgrace - is the word I would use To
Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch
Brilliant, a word describing something dumb You create to desecrate the villain I've become A prophet, not to be made but heard Speaks in tongues and
She got lips like stereo, With the bass and treble down. She's got tits like microwaves Burritos that explode. What I wouldn't give to see her pee...
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
Fried Chicken, that's in a bucket A side a cole slaw then I slurp it and suck it Goes down smooth, just like my rhymes Not like watchin a frenchie mime
Since 1516 minds attacked and overseen, now Crawl amidst the ruins of this Empty dream They're boredrs and boots on top of us, pullin' Knobs on the floor
Southern fist Rise through the jungle mist Clenched to smash power so cancerous Black flag and a red star A rising sun loomin' over Los Angeles 'Cuz of
Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing You're missing the hootah of the funky Buddha Eluder of the fucked up styles that get wicked So come on as