Dig A Hole Songtext
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It's sacrilege to question and thinking is a crime
"Let the tards eat twinkies" is the motto of our time
Fuck no, it isn't who you are, you're only what you've bought
When Teletubbies teaching toddlers to take it down a notch
The glory of the misinformed who never leave the couch
Crying when their favorite guy is voted from the house
The future can't be better but the children they won't mind
Just give them shiny objects and tell them never try
Never try
You think it's stupid now, you'll see
We're only borderline retarded compared to what we'll be
The future generation has their work cut out for them
Keep lowering the bar and dig a hole to put it in
Dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole
The dumbing down of dummies is a shameful spinning spiral
With puppet masters mastering with plausible denial
They give us what we want but fuck us, sure we're addicted
To sugar coated fluffy air and guilty pleasure sickness
We're fat and lazy mongoloids on pink electric scooters
With chaffing thighs we supersize and only later realize
We're cattle for the slaughter and we're laughing on the way
Deal with it tomorrow, not today, not today
Take a pill, it disappears while loafing through our golden years
And pass the torch and let them sort the shit we left piled past their ears
Our children's children's children in the tradition of our lives Will deal with it tomorrow and never try, never try
"Let the tards eat twinkies" is the motto of our time
Fuck no, it isn't who you are, you're only what you've bought
When Teletubbies teaching toddlers to take it down a notch
The glory of the misinformed who never leave the couch
Crying when their favorite guy is voted from the house
The future can't be better but the children they won't mind
Just give them shiny objects and tell them never try
Never try
You think it's stupid now, you'll see
We're only borderline retarded compared to what we'll be
The future generation has their work cut out for them
Keep lowering the bar and dig a hole to put it in
Dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole
The dumbing down of dummies is a shameful spinning spiral
With puppet masters mastering with plausible denial
They give us what we want but fuck us, sure we're addicted
To sugar coated fluffy air and guilty pleasure sickness
We're fat and lazy mongoloids on pink electric scooters
With chaffing thighs we supersize and only later realize
We're cattle for the slaughter and we're laughing on the way
Deal with it tomorrow, not today, not today
Take a pill, it disappears while loafing through our golden years
And pass the torch and let them sort the shit we left piled past their ears
Our children's children's children in the tradition of our lives Will deal with it tomorrow and never try, never try
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