heads of state who ride and wrangle who look at your face from more than one angle can cut you from their bloated budgets like sharpened knives to chicken mcnuggets now heads of state who ride and wrangle who look at your face from more than one angle can cut you from their bloated budgets like sharpened knives to chicken mcnuggets
shut the f*** ahhh no shut the f*** up right right learn to buck up right shut the f*** up now now learn to buck up
now nimble fingers that dance on numbers we'll eat your children and steal your thunder while heavy torsos that heave and hurl will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels now nimble fingers that dance on numbers we'll eat your children and steal your thunder while heavy torsos that heave and hurl will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels
shut the f*** ahhh no shut the f*** up right now learn to buck up right shut the f*** up learn to buck up
now simple feet that flicker like fire and burn like candles in smokey spires do more to turn my joy to sadness than sombre thoughts of burning planets now clever feet that flicker like fire and burn like candles in smokey spires do more to turn my joy to sadness than sombre thoughts of burning planets
shut the f*** oh right ok shut the f*** i dont wanna shut the f*** i dont wanna hear it shut the f*** thats right shut the f*** oh no ok shut the f*** i dont wanna
Compositores: Victor P Damiani, John M Mc Crea, Gregory P Brown (G Brown) ECAD: Obra #1389221 Fonograma #3341769