Nugget (edit)
Heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives to chicken McNuggets
Now heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives to chicken McNuggets
Shut the fuck ahhh
No shut the fuck up
Right, right
Learn to buck up
Right
Shut the fuck up
Now now learn to buck up
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
We'll eat your children and steal your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
We'll eat your children and steal your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels
Shut the fuck ahhh
No shut the fuck up
Right now
Learn to buck up
Right
Shut the fuck up
Learn to buck up
Now simple feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smokey spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness than
Somber thoughts of burning planets
Now clever feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smokey spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness than
Somber thoughts of burning planets
Shut the fuck
Oh right OK
Shut the fuck
I don't wanna
Shut the fuck
I don't wanna hear it
Shut the fuck
That's right
Shut the fuck
Oh no OK
Shut the fuck
I don't wanna
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives to chicken McNuggets
Now heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives to chicken McNuggets
Shut the fuck ahhh
No shut the fuck up
Right, right
Learn to buck up
Right
Shut the fuck up
Now now learn to buck up
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
We'll eat your children and steal your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
We'll eat your children and steal your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels
Shut the fuck ahhh
No shut the fuck up
Right now
Learn to buck up
Right
Shut the fuck up
Learn to buck up
Now simple feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smokey spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness than
Somber thoughts of burning planets
Now clever feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smokey spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness than
Somber thoughts of burning planets
Shut the fuck
Oh right OK
Shut the fuck
I don't wanna
Shut the fuck
I don't wanna hear it
Shut the fuck
That's right
Shut the fuck
Oh no OK
Shut the fuck
I don't wanna
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Writer(s): John M Mc Crea, Gregory P Brown, Victor P Damiani
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