Rocko von Murdercore

Rocko von Murdercore
Led a cartoon life
a sloppy mouth Crapscallion
With lots of love to give
That unscrupulous ne'er-do-well
Made his moves on the sly
'Cause as a human for hire
He weren't afraid of no Sin
He weren't afraid of no law
Rocko'd fuck and fight and kill
To get that cartoon gualla
To spend on cartoon thrills
Eatin' lobster and oyster
Blissed out on cartoon pills
That sloppy mouth
Kept getting sloppier

Rocko von Murdercore
Led a storied existence
A roguish antihero
Known for his Heart of Gold
A cold-blooded killer
A gloried lover so tender
Known to be a religious man
Unashamed of his soul
He weren't afraid of no God
Rocko fucked and fought And stole
Anyone could commission him
Knew no allegiance or code
He and his God had a covenant
That nobody know
But Rocko kept getting naughtier

Every day's the same
Unless you make 'em different
Every day's so tame
Unless you refuse to surrender
Step outside your frame of reference
There's so much you've been missing
To break the rules only takes a second
And an outlaw don't crave forgiveness
No

Rocko von Murdercore
Spent his days and nights alone
A man content with the solitude
Intrinsic to his profession
In his Cartoon Villain Penthouse
He relaxed by the phone
Captive to the panorama
And his favorite prosecco
When the phone rang for a job
Be it fuck, fight, or protection
He'd give an itemized estimate
Of five figures or more
Years of success and excesses
Left Rocko strung out and reckless
With his lofty self-perception
Getting loftier

Every day's the same
Unless you make 'em different
Every day's so tame
Unless you refuse to surrender
Step outside your frame of reference
There's so much you've been missing
To break the rules only takes a second
And an outlaw don't crave forgiveness
No