Suburb Sickness

Meet and greet
Sit down sir have a seat
Mr. Smith, pleased to meet you
That is a wonderful suit of blue

Here is a gun sir
Turn my head into a blur
Warm water and a blade
Darken my eyes into shade

I need a job here you see
My last job I had to flee
The job is yours ain’t that fine?
Make your mark here, please sign

I would glady kill you and everyone here
Afterwards we can go grab a beer!
Or if you prefer you can press your luck
I’ll spare you, but it is your wife I want to fuck

The job is great the pay is fine
My girl I shall wine and dine
Happy as can be the sun burns bright
Good days I see within my sight

Look at that guy on the bench
I think I will hit him with a monkey wrench
Cut me off on the interstate?
That silly shit, I will castrate

Aw homeward bound
It is a beautiful family I have found
Wonderful they are they make me smile
For them anything I will crawl a mile

Cross me my son and I will fight
Go out there boy fuck everything in sight
Run my daughter, dumb bitch, shut the door
You fucking slut, don’t be a whore

Everything is right as rain
Feel great have no pain
Beautiful is our world, this small planet
Their all insane though, damn it!