Letras
Here's a song we wrote for you kids, it's called Making Sense
Get up, soldier, just like I told ya,
Die, kill em all, I fart, kill, sneeze, puke out boogers while eating a chair
Playing violins, not Sega, hell no, I hate chicken and grass
Spread those legs, let me put it in, I hope you know what I'm really putting in
It's my life
Poopy, poopy, let me see your pussy, fart fried knee
I eat desks, you eat pussy, dick-ass hair
My dick reeks of grass because I fucked a doll made of glass
Sneeze, please, you better get your toes
I roast, I kill, snake-ass hair, chicken assholes and frog lips
I eat video games, I like brains
I have dicks for fingers, that's not right, no no, poopoo dicks for breakfast
I died yesterday, I had a baby with Henry Rollins
Eat poop and die, I hope you live to be 73
Oh, me, I have to poop in that corner, I need drugs, some nice Advil would do
I need to get high
It's my life
Die, I kill you by force, I have a cap gun, I'll kill you to death by scaring you to death with it
Yes, I have a small dick, Peter is its name
I like boys, nice penis wrinkle balls in my mouth
Come on boys, melt, melt, melt, die, come in my pee-pee hole
I'm not at a role, well okay, I am bitch-head motherfucker
It's my life
Hi, kids
I eat chicken and poopy, poopy, doopy
I squeeze hangers and unload brushes from my brother's, cousin's, sister's...
Hairy pink little pussy
I stickle, I Dard, I swing my dick around a yard
And if you don't like pedestrians, I hate the way that they like plaid
And I fuck chickens every night with a stick
While I have an elephant...
Suck peanut butter off my my dick
Poop, squeeze fart out brains
While nothing more than a petty penguin with anguish and determination
To kill peasants in the face with a shotgun
With a calendar on a poopy desk with a well that's been dry for six hours
It's my life
But we hate killing ants, we love killing people
With lawnmowers and tractors and a farmer tied to the back