Pa**age - The Kareoki (Sp?) Kiss Ass lyrics

The shallow model and the karaoke kiss a**, Whose father was Dracula -and he got some of that- Make a song like this sound better as an interview With some stoned b**h who stands around in a magazine, Now my behavior is so totally backward, Now I've pushed all my arguments out in front of traffic. We're we're holding out hope in the minors for a hit close To home and finally call the family patent clerk With a diamond for his plate (we lined up our family physicians and finished them for all the chopped off hands and the suicide saves) You loosen my belief defense Communion of disappointment I've never seen a picture of my pulse. I always show my a** in the cold coin psalms. We k**ed our parents, We pay the cable And toot our horns Before the score's ready. I need the old man like a hole in the head The mirage shall be taken off the market.