The Couch Potatoes

It's no use crying over spilled milk
Just to be nuts to be a big clotted ilk
The couch potatoes just have ill dreams
Playing, all day, bullshit video games, but
They would like to teach grandma, to suck the eggs
Thinking and dreaming that they are the best
You go bananas if the game over
Throw the joystick shouting into the corner
Shut down your PC and you run to McD
Put your frustration down with a triple HD
You like to be a hero in your digital war you wrong horse, but
You're a pathetic loser in a dead rotting corpse
Dear IT beings stop: to create violence
Music should be the food of love
Not war games you Pitt-bull dogs
You are smart and creative brains
But not to make shit war-video-games
Jump up and move your ass to Hip-Hop
Or make a fool of yourself for Tik-Tok
Try to RAP a song and jump and hops
Or cover the satisfaction old shit of the Rolling Stones
Dear IT beings stop: to create violence
Music should be the food of love
Not war games you Pitt-bull dogs
You are smart and creative brains
But not to make shit war-video-games
Dear IT beings stop: to create violence
Music should be the food of love
Not war games you Pitt-bull dogs
You are smart and creative brains
But not to make shit war-video-games



Credits
Writer(s): Johann Brandt
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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