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(It's my duty to inform you,That Honey Bunches of Oats is the greatest cereal ever created by man)Into dust we goDirt, gum, hair, and snowInto dust we goHair, gum, dirt, and snowQuixote comma DonDime by the squatters dogscop out the shaman's O well inBombin' the common grogOverflood a levy hope it soaks the berry rootsReanimate the council of the topiary wolvesMove em out, raw hidesStood his ground like a two headed hound with God's eyesThe botiny's alive, and rotten meatI'm Ace I foot the fertelizer bombsLike water until they morning of the skillful IP farmsThe chealthiest canary in the mind's overdosesWith a cane it's luke to skeletosis smells like guns and rosesHonestly the barking biter reek fully shitHeed to receed to be eager to tip or be meet with a spitAre you the singing bush? (Yep) Spring the quid and minor keysAin't nothin a mechanic on the linus to the virus rings tigerLook, bring your bangers to brawlSongtexteAnd bring your bangers and mash home for all, it's rawInto dust we goHair, gum, dirt, and snowInto dust we goHair, Gum, dirt, and snowCoyote comma Wile E.Fighters never stand stillChase birds, dodge pianos and falling anvilsJaws snorting now and laters, apple, cherry, grapeWith green grass roots to flot the topiary apesAny weather, the Macy's november with few teathersWe spotlight to the city like a Bambi eye collectorPower Pill Fist, Donkey Kong, chess, check the gesturePinecone avelanche hit the deckerTwenty wolves up, one down, what a townSquirrels in the chimney too stubborn for puffin outI'm on a record (Yep) can't say I blame the little bastardsCause tonight's I'm gonna allow pass to the practice for the pacifistFour children pad gather bloody flowersTo sprinkle on the human analog cadavers afterWith no gorilla sign language break through for the momentJust a pitbull on harry for the clothes that no one owes you, bitchInto dust we goDirt, gum, hair, and snowInto dust we go (the fuck am I on?)Hair, gum, dirt, and snowKenobi comma BenMingled the common menHe had the fangs of Gengis Kahn, he had the heart of Gonga DenTobacco in the bleachers bright confetti everywhere (Weeee!)To celebrate the influx of the topiary bearsAnd when they infiltrate the picnics with they limbs inside the honeycombsThey grub up to the oyster club for shadows of your sunny homeNobody knows your troubles, your woes are holy rollingCause jungles will discriminate when grosly ever growingEvery blow and every trolling butter bowingEvery soldier, every lawnmower, motorboats with bends insider their starterWe stock up on the 99 octane and DDTLike seymour's little shop in a moment that made me peeGod damn, garden clubs are parkered up to share spare partsIt sucks for John Deere's and armored trucksHard enough's for what you put the panic buttons forThis is not your parent's bio-organic war!NoNo, no, no Aus Songtexte Mania