Lyrics

Will all john henkleys please report to the corporate barbecue Let's pile this trash much higher so that we might just reach the heavens Leaving cock-sucker (no offence to the cocksuckers) behind With stock imagination, reinventing commons then living without dead time Opinions are like assholes, everyone seems to have one So here you go: Death to fuzz Dead Uncle sham and his sick uncle dickin', all fuzzy tailed and f*cking like bunnies Making you feel just like a warmed up corpse A total hit hitting on everything Got to pump and... dump Brains are on ice and still one too many bellies touching their backs while some have Their back teeth buried under the ground They shall eat thy dinner out of a polystyrene / polypropylene dish, it shall be pre- Prepared, cooked in a microwave sped up by a megatron at a 2450 megahertz frequency and thy food will be calories, bht, bha Sulfites and yellow no. 5 Now its time to throw craps So pay up mister hoof-and-mouth-disease, the cake is getting thin, add the coffin meat Of those who don't have the sense to pour the piss out of a boot to save their lives