Letras
They paint their vulva beige
Bleed a cola keg
While I plan to ruin GOP Motar-cades
Those senseless 'zines
Turned censored scenes
I earn a soldier's wage
So I broke your legs
Threw your rollerblades
'Cuz you claimed
That the OG was overpaid
For pointing M-16s
At grenadine
Coursing through the pollster aid
I need my water brunch
In the economic crunch
The financiers are seeped in a balm and slush
An' the sexist machines
Express the means
To repeal Roe v. Wade
So I gotta de-mode the dark matter
On the spring loaded park plaza
Who is in charge?
I don't know
they all eat their business cards
I'm a hack at deer shootin'
Know Vladimir Putin
While I wearing this cashmere pants suit thing
I can knight the spokesman
So Ibuprofen
Becomes your golden egg
automated vote ready-tellers
Are subsequent heavy sellers
In the pool of undecided's registry
because they don't give a fuck
About the findings on a troop surge
It's a moot point
What have you heard?
Bumbling idiots for news correspondents
See the desperate need for a new foreign policy
Yet they give credence to the pro-war pandering
As we all squabble for Saturn's rings
Regimented doubletalk undercuts the pertinence of
Corporate heads tryin' to run away with tax cuts
In vestibules the evangelicals are tent poles
Beggin the heads of state deregulate the gross
Happy ever after benefactors all settle matters
The Senate gathers to celebrate the fat fucks
Inability to give a single solitary hoot about the
Proletariat their merriment is gross
What does this mean for you, though?
You niggas looking g'd up
Rolling in a Prius