You wanna pray Well you know you gotta pay 'Cause the church can only hear the sound of change Falwell is on TV again He wants you to pay For his new
Checked into my hotel room I paid a lot of money for this place There's a picture of Elvis nailed to the wall At least they could have vacuumed his fuzzy
Fuck the neighbors hate the kids Fuck the neighbors hate the wife Fuck the neighbors hate the guy Fuck the neighbors wish they'd die Their leaves always
Yuppies are too healthy They eat too much sushi They make too much money And waste it all on tootski I hate yuppies, they're no good Same old bullshit
In this infinite galaxy We conceived to be Adrenalin O.D. Was it late? No, it was destiny The will of the gods made it to be No escape from our demonic
Dozens of eggs, can of paint, Bar of soap and razon blades, Your pool's on fire, doors are nailed shut Windows all broke and your wires are cut. Flaming
Don't care about your diamond ring, don't care about your mercedes-benz Don't care about your fur coat, don't care about your big mansion I don't care
Old people talk loud WHAT? Old people smell bad WHAT? Old people walk slow WHAT? Old people complain They wouldn't know their names it it weren't on
So you just graduated from high school, and Daddy bought you a brand new Trans Am, it's the really cool black one with the big bird painted on the hood
Houses are spread out too far Too many trees and too many cars Everyone works or everyone hides Too many birds in suburban skies Too many burnouts, too
Find a rich wife, Make her go to work, She'll bring home the bacon, I'll go on a diet, I'll stay home Clean the house I'll make lots of garbage She'll
Rap by Captain Lenny Sblendorio (Figure it out for yourself dude) Broom!! I'm a car!! Broom!!
We're still alive, how did we survive We're hairless zombies, with melted down eyes We live in caves, we live underground We're the last forms of life
I'm feeling really fine on such a lovely day I'm feeling really fine, feel like wasting my time It's such a lovely day, got nothing to do I'm lying
Implications running rampant Mayhem in the streets They've blocked off all the boundaries Armed themselves to the teeth Back up reinforcements Line
I worked the rigs from three 'til midnight On the Corpus Christi Bay I'd get off and drink 'til daylight Sleep the morning away I had a plan to take
I come from not far from here A long time ago Spent years on that mountain Before they even built this town below I had a place on the ridge With a view
Now I ain't about to tell you who told me But somebody seen you around Marching up and down the street to the beat Of just about any old drummer in town