It's the Motherfucking Conscription Prescription!

I don't know why I don't like Mondays
When endpoints of days a
Are something I threw away
I'll say you got a good one on me
Touche, hooray for you and your one man
Army coming straight for my throat
The conscription prescription is all that she wrote
But I can't read Spanish so I couldn't quote
That

The fool who fools not secretly envies
The fool that fools
Who envies the fool in the grave
I'll say you got a good one on me
Touche, hooray, for you and your one man
Army coming straight for my throat
The conscription prescription is all that she wrote
But I can't read American so I couldn't quote
That

We all front hell, day in and day out
As doubts of end
Keep on keep fading away
I'll say you got a good one on me
Touche, hooray for you and your one man
Army coming straight for my throat
The conscription prescription is all that she wrote
But I can't read Russian or Swedish or Swiss
Or English or Irish or Scottish or Welsh
Mongolian or Chinese, Somalian or Thai
Egyptian, Australian, Iraqi or Lao
And definitely not Tuvaluan, so I couldn't quote
That



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Writer(s): Jake Looney
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