Plastic Fiends

Congratulations, 'm-m-merica
You really babe ruthed' it this time
Oh, straight up vampin' is so easy now
I can't tell if anythin' is even a crime anymore
(Unless you're poor)
Congratulations to roofie and murders
To musk man and old vlad too
Oh, harvey leroy must be thrustin' in his grave
A hard-on the size of a hot air buffoon, oh

It all reminds me of somethin'
Mm, maybe Louis xvi
Was it antionette or friedrich flick who said
Fuck right or wrong, when the cake is so sweet

Oh-oh
Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends
You look like saran wrap
And you smell like fabreeze
I'm feelin' sick from your chick-o-stick
And your blood is a disease, oh-oh
Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends
Yeah

I see you, my pretty little death-cold cucks
Sayin' how we wanna burn it all down
Well, if you got the cash, I got the fuckin' gas
Could always tend to lose another 2, 000 pounds
I see you, my pretty little dinosaurs
Livin' your disposable lives
Oh, there's no such thing as a meteor
When they keep eatin' all your pets and your wives, oh

This all reminds me of somethin'
Ooh, it's called a plymouth rock
Blankets and beads, insatiable greeds
Is anyone surprised it's nearly we're-fucked-o-clock

Oh-oh
Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends
You look like saran wrap
And you smell like fabreeze
I'm feelin' sick from your chick-o-stick
And your blood is a disease, oh-oh
Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends
Oh, you look like saran wrap
And you smell like fabreeze
(Oh), I'm feelin' sick from your chick-o-stick
And your blood is a disease, oh-oh
Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends
Oh, come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends-ah
(Woo)