Bungle Grind
Waiting in the blinding light
For someone to save your soul
Ignorance is your excuse
For hating things you don't control
Must believe what you believe
Exiled into normalcy
Perfect penis in my pants
Can't escape your apathy, oh
Prisoners of that blinding light
Exiles of their hope
Motherfuckers now be creaming
There's no future, life's a joke
Kill my dick, leave my balls behind
Not afraid of what I'll find
Heaven and Hell, naked penis
I just wanna do the Bungle Grind
Life is a fucking joke
Do the Bungle Grind
Kill your dick, and do the Bungle Grind
What's it like to rape my own mind?
Cut your balls, and leave your prick behind
End your life, and do the Bungle Grind
Waiting in the blinding light
For someone to save your soul
Ignorance is your excuse
For hating things you don't control
Must believe what you believe
Exiled into normalcy
Perfect penis in my pants
Can't escape your apathy, whoa
Life is a fucking joke
Do the Bungle Grind
Kill your dick, and do the Bungle Grind
What's it like to rape my own mind?
Cut your balls, and leave your prick behind
End your life, and do the Bungle Grind
For someone to save your soul
Ignorance is your excuse
For hating things you don't control
Must believe what you believe
Exiled into normalcy
Perfect penis in my pants
Can't escape your apathy, oh
Prisoners of that blinding light
Exiles of their hope
Motherfuckers now be creaming
There's no future, life's a joke
Kill my dick, leave my balls behind
Not afraid of what I'll find
Heaven and Hell, naked penis
I just wanna do the Bungle Grind
Life is a fucking joke
Do the Bungle Grind
Kill your dick, and do the Bungle Grind
What's it like to rape my own mind?
Cut your balls, and leave your prick behind
End your life, and do the Bungle Grind
Waiting in the blinding light
For someone to save your soul
Ignorance is your excuse
For hating things you don't control
Must believe what you believe
Exiled into normalcy
Perfect penis in my pants
Can't escape your apathy, whoa
Life is a fucking joke
Do the Bungle Grind
Kill your dick, and do the Bungle Grind
What's it like to rape my own mind?
Cut your balls, and leave your prick behind
End your life, and do the Bungle Grind
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Writer(s): Preston Lea Iii Spruance
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