Stay away from people
Because they are ready for you
Ready to fink you out
They do it out of love
The nuclear missile
The four horsemen
Shit-now we probably have five (horseman that is).
The pigs eating the streets
chink-spic-nigger-faggot-bollio
(AND LOOK THAT (bollio) ONE UP BECAUSE I GOT CALLED THAT MORE TIMES GROWING UP THAN I CAN PULL MY DICK…AND IT WAS NEVER FRIENDLY)
-got called faggot too just for the 21st century cred of it all)
It hurt don’t it
The turds of it all
Even before social media
GREEK CHORUS: WE LOVE THE FUCK OUT OF YOU
WHITE BOY-MAN BOY-FAT BOY
TELL US YOUR PROBLEMS
Stay away from people
They of the lock step…and you’d better step lively
Do it right
Watch the march of the eight legs
All poison and filled with facts
The spider walk of high shit
While the world burns in fits and starts
Watch out for people
They hate that you drink and use drugs and glory in the weird sex
It’s all an after school special
Indignation
Incinerate with us
DO IT RIGHT
Shit on shit
GREEK CHORUS: WE LOVE THE FUCK OUT OF YOU
WHITE BOY-MAN BOY-FAT BOY
TELL US YOUR PROBLEMS
And for the bipedal, and the suicidal, it’s concern up the ass
Because that’s all it has ever been.
From En-men-lu-ana in his Mesopotamian mud to the bear skeleton of Elizabeth of the virgin queenie queen
And beyond-far beyond-to every toadstool that ever skunked the job
From Christ to Fat Albert
They were selling you
That they love you-they love the fuck out of you
And why did they skunk the job?
Because we’re all shit…and we all know it… and all the philosophers and facebookers ever do is try and figure out why those in power are crumbs of bone and dereliction. Then the rest of us…black, brown, white….all so on top of being aces and clean of fingernail. Why do we hate each other for it? For WHAT? For what we never started. And where is a Christ or a Buddha or Mohammed or Freddie Mercury when you really needed him. I’m dead to it. I’m all ape….dead dead dead. Fix it…………..dead….ded DED
Well, here’s the rottenness of it all. We’re all Nazis in the eyes of the lord. I kiss you in sympathy.
GREEK CHORUS: WE LOVE THE FUCK OUT OF YOU
WHITE BOY-MAN BOY-FAT BOY
TELL US YOUR PROBLEMS
And it was always Moloch (which I pilfered)
It was eat your children
Because they’ll eat you, man
Rich or poor
Powerful or ruined
They will eat you
Eat your ego
Watch out for people
Because they will wipe your ass with their soul
Then blame you for the brown streaks
They will stretch you wide over their notions
Low tide and on hairspray notions
Put you on the level
Their level….and it’s all the same level
GREEK CHORUS: WE LOVE THE FUCK OUT OF YOU
WHITE BOY-MAN BOY-FAT BOY
TELL US YOUR PROBLEMS
They’ll tell you to straighten up. Sober up…get right
So happy are they to eat from the fist of it all