If your machine might slip a gear Push this button to help it clear Your time card says your name's Joe But we'll call you 6-3-0 [Chorus] I'm working
landmines-by hand We shiver on the deck and stiffen for the worst If the pirates come around we might as well be dead We'll be thrown in the sea Or butchered
Happy hour belongs to America's best-loved thugs Here comes the 4-wheel prosthetic penises Got yer gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers We
Hellnation's when they teach us Profiting from greed Hellnation's what they give us Coke, heroin & speed Hellnation's when they tell you You gotta
You really like gorillas? We've got just the pet for you It's the way you're forced to act To survive our schools Make your whole life revolve around
For the Arizona roadside stands To sell alongside plaster burros and birthbaths And I wonder Yeah I wonder Why so many insects around us feed off the dead
the mental health zoo Force feed you mind-melting chemicals Til even the outside world looks great In hi-tech science research labs It costs too much to bury all the dead
Cold concrete apartments Rise up from wet black asphalt Below them a few carcasses Of the long gone age of privacy It takes a scary kind of illness
Finally got to Washington in the middle of the night I couldn't wait I headed straight for the Capitol Mall My heart began to pound Yahoo! It really
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For the Arizona roadside stands To sell alongside plastic burros and bird baths And I wonder, yeah I wonder Why so many insects around us feed off the dead
, hand, hands We shiver on the deck and stiffen for the worst If the pirates come around we might as well be dead We'll be thrown in the sea or butchered
If your machine might slip a gear Push this button to help it clear Your time card says that your name's Joe But we'll call you 6-3-0 I'm working at
the mental health zoo Force feed you mind melting chemicals Til' even the outside world looks great In hi-tech science research labs It costs too much to bury all the dead
Finally got to Washington In the middle of the night, I couldn't wait I headed straight for the Capitol Mall My heart began to pound Yahoo, it really
Cold concrete apartments Rise up from wet black asphalt Below them lie few carcasses Of the long gone age of privacy It takes a scary kind of illness
