गाने
Inner and outer space start to look sick
Fuck arithmetic, watch this dumb trick
Saggy nightmare will make man more homesick
Kill off some more and have a picnic
Severed head of the fat politic
hate downwards and watch them die quick
The Tiny Hands fear it's violin's tear
While everyone can hear its shit is insincere
Dickhead oozes his plump elbow grease
Taboo chronology shortens its leash
Hide the wrong facts among that fat crease
Hammer in nine-inch nails, keep up the piece
Fire a round from a ten-inch please
Man will decease, bullshit decrease
If you can smear shit enough
It will disappear into stuff
The man raised a Klan of fucked failures
Flushed intellect, ending cultures
Employs nightmares because
The wife sure likes arrogant ulcers
Says she wants ignorant officers
Wave to poor groups of reproducers
fuck on a buffet of costly cancers
Written by: Planet B