Because we're Americans We don't give a shit about each other We don't give a shit about the earth And all I want to do is rip you off And fuck you in
Preklad: Guttermouth. Holenie Planet.
Long ago just you and me But you traded up to eat eat eat Packing on those Kilograms Aren't Kilograms just like pounds? That keester is sure filling
Foolish thing to ponder, a more foolish thing to do I'm pretty fuckin' glad that I'm not you I know she was expecting, ah, we'd get married anyway A
Well, I swing this hammer from 9 to 5 Been workin' for the man just to stay alive W-O-R-K is how I spell work Feel depressed, I miss my family Maybe
sucks There is no telling what could happen If my gang was on to me The bullets are a-shooting A shooting, shooting, shooting Paco plucked a pollo That he plans
Went to a movie called The Decline There were more pigs then people in line We sold some lodes to get up the cash Who was the star Darby Crash His style
Got no life, got no ambition I've got autism Where I'll be in ten years Nobody knows and nobody cares I've seen the sign "Don't feed the bears" I'm
I've seen a lone finger waving in the air A simple celebration of self-despair The transmission means nothing This man is unaware All alone in the stadium
Underage, in a foreign land Come to think of it, it was Japan Pickin' pockets, fillin' mine with yen Discovering machines that vend I'd like to leave
Big Bang was a theory But now I pose a query But my query's like a question Unlike a man who picked his jeans Darwin started with crustations Add a
