Sunday afterrnoon I’m talking to my razor
He says to bomb the white house, it’s time to get rid of her
Your eyes say more than you dare to breathe
and I can’t smell spring over the gasoline
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh..

I want to see the light
but it’s hard during the water boarding
Hold you head up high and stick out your thumb
now stand for hours, and hours and hours
Whoa, wait up

Coca Cola aspirin, drug all the infants
Tourettes, Alzeimers, bury all the seniors
Cobain needs to get over himself
because I can see through his earrings
Got a bad case of the crabs and they’re eating away
Playing twister with an octopus and Marvin Gaye
Living in the movies and always coming back for more
You’ll love life here in oppurtunity hanging off your crackwhore

Remember to wash your hands
you don’t want the wife to see the blood
You think Timmy was asleep?
remember to wash your hands