Lyrics

Who made trophies/chopsticks out of dogshit? Women naked, children scream Who got/took pictures of a head wound/Abraham? We all beg/plaid for a magazine/American Dream We all spring up from the other scene But my mama hates her son on Sunday The Wednesday is our favorite day now Who died in a high school car wreck? Who burnt crosses on your lawn? The Easter bunny is made of chocolate/We eat bunnies made of chocolate We do things that Popeye wants/done by one We all spring up from the other scene We eat Ding-Dongs, Fridays Cornflakes We got a Repo for us kids now/LSD We are victims of the city We are children of the dark We have surgeons dating Elvis/Who's searching James Dean and Elvis? We had/have sex in a pick-up truck We all spring up from the other/ultimate scene My mama hates her son on Sunday But Monday is a different thing