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The french fry was assaulted
at least it could be seen that way
Oh, we all love a joke unless it's about cripples, jews, or gays
So your spike ring sinks in
To wipe the slime off of our psyches
Until we all stare forward
Like Walt Disney, doe eyed, Stepford wives
You say you love your brother
at least it could be seen that way
Oh, we all love a joke unless it's about cripples, jews, or gays
So your spike ring sinks in
To wipe the slime off of our psyches
Until we all stare forward
Like Walt Disney, doe eyed, Stepford wives
You say you love your brother
until he moves in next door
Who will pick up your melons
When the Mexicans get Internet jobs?
It makes you comfortable to hide your head inside yor sweatshirt
Until you feel like L.L. Cool J. looks on your color T.V. screen
But it all falls apart in your bedroom under the streetlight
Afraid to go outside 'cause Billy said you couldn't have a gun
You can't use therapy to stop some creep on PCP
But kittys without claws can't rise against their masters
Hitler and Stalin smiled while holding drooling babies
As the trains headed out of town
packed with those who weren't P.C.
And by the twelveth of May I've paid you for your agency
That you set up to help me out in ways that I never knew I needed And as one hand is outstretched, the other one is in my pocket
Trying to see if I'm some kind of Neo-Nazi pedofile
And do you ever notice forty percent skimmed off the top
Or do you just keep moving trying to pay the rent?
Hitler and Stalin smiled
While posing for the cameras
As the trains headed out of town
packed with those who weren't P.C.
Let the sunshine into your wound
Ugly childhoods excuse it all
Let the sun shine where your car was parked yesterday
Let the sunshine into your wound
Who will pick up your melons
When the Mexicans get Internet jobs?
It makes you comfortable to hide your head inside yor sweatshirt
Until you feel like L.L. Cool J. looks on your color T.V. screen
But it all falls apart in your bedroom under the streetlight
Afraid to go outside 'cause Billy said you couldn't have a gun
You can't use therapy to stop some creep on PCP
But kittys without claws can't rise against their masters
Hitler and Stalin smiled while holding drooling babies
As the trains headed out of town
packed with those who weren't P.C.
And by the twelveth of May I've paid you for your agency
That you set up to help me out in ways that I never knew I needed And as one hand is outstretched, the other one is in my pocket
Trying to see if I'm some kind of Neo-Nazi pedofile
And do you ever notice forty percent skimmed off the top
Or do you just keep moving trying to pay the rent?
Hitler and Stalin smiled
While posing for the cameras
As the trains headed out of town
packed with those who weren't P.C.
Let the sunshine into your wound
Ugly childhoods excuse it all
Let the sun shine where your car was parked yesterday
Let the sunshine into your wound
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