Mediocre men

Delight in malevolent men,

Throw that record on, baby,

Let it

S-s-spin (spin),

Your demons look lovely,

You should let ‘em win, (yuh)

Shake up the boredom,

My pockets fat, (yuk)

But I got more son,

Coins all on the floor,

You make a better window

Than a door son,

You need Jesus,

You need the good lord,

I’m looking for a slab of meat,

To put my sword on,

Bring your hordes on,

I’m a whore son,

A whore’s son,

And I ain’t talking bout

my momma,

Talking bout my dog father,

I like blinking lights,

And gore son,

I’m a gorgon, (gorgon)

Hit the gas like Gordon, (skrrrt)

1, 2, 3,

Let’s go forth son, (yuk)

I’m illy, feel me,

Too much torque son,

Feeling froggy,

Hopping in lilies,

Bounce, unzip the ounce,

Stiff as a board son,

Trying to find divine chords, umm,

Ommmmmmmm,

Come home son.

Clasp your hands,

Send one up to the big man,

Keep your nugs I prefer shake,

On a bed of chronic smoke,

Just, fucking let it go,

Christ’s sake,

Let it go,

Let it go,

Yup,

You got rot in your guts,

You got knots in your guts,

You take shots to your guts,

Guts, guts,

You confuse love for lust,

Limerence for attachment,

But you never tasted much,

Wait till the gas hit,

I’m not phased by much,

You blatant fucks,

You latent fucks,

You need some latex,

you decaying fucks,

Slay some, stay some,

Ionnt give a fuck. Yuk.

B-b-b-bounce

Baby,

You look like a panther,

P-p-pounce,

B-b-b-bounce,

Wow, ouch, cut the ounce,

B-b-b-bounce