Lyrics

We have reached extinction In the ruin of ruins, where I was born I was dropped on my head a lot I went to church a couple of times But never went in, I couldn't be caught Dead babies thrown from the balcony Where politics birthed fine crime Criminals birthed cops for nobody Reasonable suicide overtime Bang Extinction Let's poke fun or just fire a gun My head's awful, can't know everything Lost space for more solidarity Read the latest Huffington Paint Comparative prime crime, hilarity. Ha! Who cares what's good or bad advice? No need to start taking me seriously If your destiny is to hang out and hang You probably won't drown mysteriously Bang The meat is overdone God hates facts and his only son Evolution solution Hide contracts, hit and run We have reached extinction In the ruin of ruins, no need to mourn The dead President's afterthought Is to piss and shit dressed to the nines In the church's parking lot Bang Extinction Let's poke fun or just fire a gun