Lyrics
Let's commit more super treason.
Fuck you? Fuck me? Tis' the season.
The history of the present on this planet,
it's all done, son, break a leg, run.
Out of tune open wound, it won't heal, who's immune?
Nobody's gonna win, the next has-been.
The dumb team wore designer skin.
Painted on, tan lines and shit eating grin.
Who knows where the next line will begin?
Unpack that privilege, flush toilet's water.
Baptize the unholy son and daughter.
Trade in a spouse, one that's stinking hotter.
Old skin brings out the dude's slobber.
Slurp
Stop interrupting me, while I'm interrupting you.
Who knew, excessive dialogue is stupid flu.
We'll all learn a thing or two, even three
If people don't live up to the asshole that's supposed to be you.