Lyrics

The holy algorithm said there's no way this song will work I mean sure, it's crap, but why be a fucking jerk? Change your coordinates man, the world might get flatter Blow out your own brains, jerk off white matter splatter "Are you deaf?" he asked "Just enough," I said I'm stopped at the corner of Screwed and Your Dead Drugged up, drugged down, 3rd grade politic Who runs this town? Busted Head and his nightstick? The dick algorithm said there's no way this song will work Who's fucking fault is that? Taught, bought, caught berserk Change those wrong ways man, the world might get bettеr You can blow out your own brains, beats being a life long bеd-wetter So I puke up thirty-two flavors of white shit Over on the corner there's a sculpture made of granite Because I threw a stone at a dumb cop's head Over at the department of correct Yeah, he's dead And now we drag the world on its ass And now we drag the world on its ass And now we drag the world on its ass We drag the world on its ass