Lard - Generation Execute lyrics

I went to Blockhead Video To rent a tape of people makin' love Couldn't find no love in here "It's a family store, see here!" I Settled for "Faces Of d**h" But they'd rented it to some kid I'm tired of the same old gore Kick bu*t Cable Network gives me more All day All night Broadcast live Gas Fry Injection Die Bring the pretzels, bring the kids Have a party, have a beer Phil Donahue got his wish Executions on live TV Here's your host, Kozy Kinkwicket! What's your name?... You're 14? And what are you being put to d**h for today? Is your family here? What was your last meal? Any last words for the fans? Longer you cling to life- More prizes for your friends Gas Fry Yeh Awright What's it gonna be, Old Sparky? More points for the firing squad Grand prize, step inside The Hundred Thousand Dollar Gas Chamber Answer one question: How do we teach, 'Thou Shalt Not k**'? The gas is rising There goes the bell Five minutes... Six minutes... Ladies and gentlemen, He's swallowed his tongue! Vanna applauds Studio audience frenzy Pick me! Pick me! Pick me! Marie Antoinette for a day Lose your head, feed your family Outside picket signs bray Swarms of tailgate parties Big gulping who knows what All waving flags Gas! Fry! God bless The U.S.A. That'll show 'em crime does not pay I got heaps of these on tape Got Clinton frying that brain-damaged kid And hockey fights for trade You got Gacy? Wooooo! I'll take Ted Bundy, too No worries if the children see Nightmares? Blame MTV