Jonny Murphy

He's Jonny Murphy and he's wearing Nazi flags
He's licking rifles and he's sniffing in the trash
Buying motor homes in Florida for to fund the fascist front

His mother Sherry she is kissing photographs
And sipping bleach between the tricks she kompromats
Printing prints of phony princes all to purge the diplomats

So I wring my hands out

His father Thomas makes a living giving head
To stop his family from blowing him instead
But they're stabbing him to pieces in his Sarasota bed

He's Jonny Murphy now he's knitting Nazi flags
From bloody blankets and his father's favorite cat
Burning motor homes in Florida for to find the fascist front

So I wring my hands out



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Writer(s): Andrew Pelletier
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