Deep Down Body Thurst

Oh, and hey, by the way, yeah

Oh, and hey, by the way

All the stuff that you said

Hey, buddy, now

Yeah, I heard what you said

All bets are off

You're a choke artist, man

Man, you would have stalled

Running against my race, you're lost

We're all at the matinée

The American Mall

Where corporations won't pay for effects they cause

Oh, you won't get away

Even in your fast car

Oh, you won't get away

Send your son to the stars

Oh, you won't get away, hey, hey

Smoke in the garage

Goin' to your head

'Cause your intentions are dead

Dead wrong

Deep, deep down body thurst

Wrong

Deep down body thurst

Hey, hey, yeah, yeah

Oh, you won't get away, yeah

Oh, and hey, by the way

Man, fuck what you say

We're gonna climb your wall

Okay, Murphy's Law

It'd be worth the fall

I sure hope you're just talkin', man

And that's all

'Cause we'll go over it, under it, around it

We have the gall

Oh, you're not the Milky Way

Or the center star

It doesn't matter what you win

If inside, you're lost

Oh, you won't get away

The way you treat Islam

Oh, you won't get away

Jesus will open his arms

Oh, you won't get away, hey, hey

Mr. Wizard of Oz

It must be goin' to your head

'Cause your intentions are dead

Dead wrong

Deep, deep down body thurst

Wrong

Deep down body thurst

Hey, hey, yeah, yeah

Oh, and hey, by the way

Oh, and hey, by the way

Oh, and hey, by the way

Oh, and hey, by the way

(As you listen to this, know that we're designed for you)

Oh, and hey, by the way