Natural Born k**ers - Hungry Ants lyrics

I'll tell ya something Scagnetti In all of my days in the penal business And that ain't no small amount of days Right boys? Oh no, nope, Mickey and Mallory Knox are Without a doubt the most twisted Depraved pair of sh** f**ed that has ever been My displeasure to lay my goddamn eyes on I'm tellin' you, These two motherf**ers Are a walkin' reminder of just how f**ed up the system really is Don't get me started, okay, warden? Don't get me started Dwight, you call me Dwight They've k**ed a sh**load of inmates and guards Three inmates, five guards and one shrink All in one year's time Open that goddamn gate Yes sir What, a psychiatrist? Yeah, I'm Mickey's better half Miss Mallory strangled his a** When he made the dumb a** mistake To ask her what her parents were like And she done it all shut up on tranquilizers too Oh, ain't love grand? If that doesn't tell the truth, listen I got another dead lie Love makes the world go around Hey, I need to talk to you 'bout How did a fellow like you get to be a Specialist in psychos anyway? Well actually Dwight I'd recommend having your mother k**ed by one after that happened I developed a rather keen interest in the subject You know? What happened? When I was born I spend The first part of my life in Texas Oh that's funny, you don't have an accent Nah, I don't wanna talk like those a**holes Well, my my mother was from Texas I meant those other a**holes You know, who used to beat the sh** out of me Anyway, one day when I was eight years old My mother, my mother I wanted to play in the park And it just so happened to be the same day Charles Whitman had climbed to the top Of the University Texas tower And started shootin' strangers And you was with her, sure was You see the thing is Dwight I didn't hear any shots I didn't hear any of 'em And one minute I'm walkin' with my mother When all of a sudden, chest explodes She hits the ground, right? I, I'm just lookin' at her Her forearm flies off Her hip explodes and Now, I'm not hearin' any of these shots right? Boom, chest explodes right? I spent all goddamn day Lyin' flat on the gra**, bein' eat alive by f**in' ants I'm thinkin', what happened to my ma You know? And ever since then I've had a strong opinion About the psychopathic fools that's alive today In America's fast food culture I tend not to exhibit the self-discipline You know, you and comin' off a peace officer You got it right Jack You got it right, say, you don't mind Do ya, if I call you Jack?