Nothing is crueler than children who come from good homes Gotta forgive them, I guess, but whose side are you on? Driving around my hometown, I remember it all Dropping my lunch box and tampax all over the hall And they said...
You are a socialist coke-head, we know from your clothes You are a Satanist worshiper, oh, that's evil! You think you're poet, a folksinger, a poser, no A volleyball player?! you've got to be kidding us all
So we hide from the cunts On a night reconnaissance Steal flamingos and gnomes From the dark side of the lawn
No one can stop us The script is a work of genius No one has bought the rights yet but We're not giving up Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script Directed by Spielberg and starring the masochist club
Marion looked like hell Stuck in that ridiculous shell Give us some light and god's pure love We know what you've been dreaming of
Give us some light and god's pure love We know what you've been dreaming of Give us some light and god's pure love We're taking you to Hollywood, oh oh oh oh OH, Hollywood
And we hide from the cunts On a night reconnaissance Steal flamingos and gnomes From the dark side of the lawn
One plays a socialist cock-head they dressed in my clothes One plays Satanist worshiping who's evil One plays poet who starts up a band of his own One plays volleyball player with both of her wrists broke
And we hide from the cunts On a night reconnaissance Steal flamingos girls and gnomes From the dark side of the lawn
And we give them good homes Give them love they've never known In the loft, in the barn, In the town where I was born In the loft, in the barn, In the town where I was born In the loft, in the barn, In the town where I was born |
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