Make Like a Tree and Piss Off!
Retarded inbred dogs will haunt the purses that they die in
Every biker will learn the word 'de-glove'
And every politian has a coffin that they'll lie in
Every hippy will swear the answer's love
And everybody at the park is a fucking boomer
And they say I'm disturbing the peace
When their shitty health-care plans leave them all with tumors
Their corpses will fertilize the trees
And this is the stuff of nightmares
And I wouldn't have it any other way
Well, actually, that's a lie -- I wish I could change everything
But wishes don't go very far these days
The fucking soccer-mom apocalypse is soon upon us
We'll be dodging Gatorade and racial slurs
We'll be set upon by those retarded purse chihuahuas
That I think I might have mentioned earlier
All these popes and plastic deities will be rescinded
And left to the masses they misled
The era of these overlords will soon be ended
And the choir boys will all lose their heads
And this is the stuff of nightmares
And I wouldn't have it any other way
Well, actually, that's a lie -- I wish I could change everything
But wishes don't go very far these days
Every biker will learn the word 'de-glove'
And every politian has a coffin that they'll lie in
Every hippy will swear the answer's love
And everybody at the park is a fucking boomer
And they say I'm disturbing the peace
When their shitty health-care plans leave them all with tumors
Their corpses will fertilize the trees
And this is the stuff of nightmares
And I wouldn't have it any other way
Well, actually, that's a lie -- I wish I could change everything
But wishes don't go very far these days
The fucking soccer-mom apocalypse is soon upon us
We'll be dodging Gatorade and racial slurs
We'll be set upon by those retarded purse chihuahuas
That I think I might have mentioned earlier
All these popes and plastic deities will be rescinded
And left to the masses they misled
The era of these overlords will soon be ended
And the choir boys will all lose their heads
And this is the stuff of nightmares
And I wouldn't have it any other way
Well, actually, that's a lie -- I wish I could change everything
But wishes don't go very far these days
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Writer(s): George Doerfler
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