(Featuring Jon Mess) Well I can see right through that Bitter smile you wear so proudly on your face You're nothing more than a huge disgrace So children take my hand we'll Lead you down the road that you've been following So you can see the outcome of your sins You're falling, you're falling Further down with every pound So be all that you can be and eat all you can eat Put a gun up to your head and pull the trigger see what happens You might get your very own TV show (Well headlines they always scare me I'm pretty sure if you hit the blunt you'll die On my back is a target, not the store Racking up those extra credit miles Blonde, Fake as hell, raped by her dad It's a good TV show Gay, talks hella gay, dresses hella nice It's a good TV show) You hide yourself so happily in your cookie cutter community You rank so highly in this hybrid land, forget it man
If ever there was a time for you to hold onto something more dear, the time is now Be all that you can be, Eat all that you can eat Be all that you can be, Eat all that you can eat Oh, When will this all come to an end? Oh, when will this all come to an end!? You hide yourself so happily in your cookie cutter community You rank so highly in this hybrid land, forget it man If ever there was a time for you to hold onto something more dear (Tropical Norfolk Pollock in nighttime Leaving a bank right before the blimp lands No thank you Block building mace, when a shrimp liver hand lies Line line corrupt dog, i need new shoulders? Bloated, under a blanket of tires Under a blanket of tires Well I hope my lawyer man he shoots and connects Basting a turkey, player some croquet Blind tax collection is a horrible C section Rummaging through some old dead trolls)