Tumor Circus - Hazing for Success lyrics

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Tumor Circus - Hazing for Success lyrics

Good grooming requires Time honored methods Of ritual humiliation and torture Wanna play with the big boys? Ya gotta be mean And bow to the Masonic fez Secret society By invitation only Fraternal order Of the skull and bones Just like your Daddy It's your turn, George We think you might belong In our animal house You're picked for the skull and bones C'mon down And strip for the skull and bones C'mon down And show us what you're made of, George C'mon down Maybe you can be one of us While our families make laws On what not to do We do it all Inside the lodge Brick building with no windows Where Jolly Rogers romp In the heart of the campus Of green green Yale Inside we possess Nazi memorabillia And the stolen skull of Geronimo Apaches tried To get it back We switched and gave them someone elses Used cranium instead Ha! Pancho Villa's might be lying Around here too We brothers have no secrets We lie to everyone else So tell your s**ual history And what you'd do to which Sorority girls When we've all reached Washington To plunder for the skull and bones C'mon down Mud wrestle with the skull and bones C'mon down Show us everything you're made of, George Get down Only then will you be one of us The world is our casino We inherit the broth Not much left to conquer or crave We don't already got I snuck into the study Of the Dad I barely know Watched IIsa, She-Wolf of the SS on his video Knew then old boy networks of power Was the life for me Nothing we cause touches us 'Cept when we lose money For kicks we kick around the globe Start a war if we're going broke Supply both sides, watch 'em choke Blood of the WASP runs thick as oil Yo ho ho ho, Yo ho ho ho Ho ho ho, ho ho ho Shut up! Shut up! I am not a wimp I ain't no wimp Read my lips... That's it, George It's your turn, George You know the rules You know the rules Down with your pants Unzip your fly Let's all have a look At the old school tie We'll circle jerk Into a coffin But you gotta go first, George We want to watch That's it, George Harder, George More, George Pump, George You're gonna cum, George All over the third reich memorabillia Squirt some icing On Geronimo and Pancho over there Yeah! George...ah...ah...ah...wheeeeee!! That's it George We knew you had it in you Smile that sick smile again, George We got you some pork rinds Brocolli-flavored, your favorite Sticky though it may be No we know You've got what it takes To lead...