Did you shoot the rabid dog?
(You mean the one at the mall?)
That looks like your mother
Did you shoot the rabid dog?
(I mean the one at the mall)
That looks like your brother
Did you find the face?
(No!)
That made you run to the door, run to the door?
Oh no oh no, oh yeah oh yeah
Oh no oh no, oh yeah oh yeah
I think we have to sing about tripping out in the woods
I think we have to sing about selling out for the goods
I think we have to sing about the time at the mall
That asshole
yeah he'll die too just can't say it all
I think we have to sing about the blood in the war
Your mom our mime when she walks out the door
I think we have to sing about how I'm really scared to die
He is weak
She got dumped
All she did was ask why
Messenger makes the money
gives me air and gives them honey.