little kids and he fucked a goat, stole a million dollars and sailed away on a boat, Cindy ended up bein' my bitch shes out on the street corner maken me
of crispy bits of rice, the cereal that talks gives me some advice [chorus] my rice krispies told me to kill you tonight my rice krispies never lie - my rice krispies told me
A man so fucking punk he could not survive a man so fucking drunk he couldn't hold the mic lifestyle to extreme living on the edge life style so obscene
boot party on your head, kick and stomp, until your dead, you just messed with the wrong bunch of punx, thought we were just a bunch of stupid drunx,
We worship Ozzy osbourne jerkin off n' watchin' kiddy porn gonna sacrifice the niegbours cat on the altar we built out back and late at nite when the
I wish I could leave my dick at home and put on a pair of tits, wish I had a nice pink pussy with a throbbing clit, I wanna reach beneath my skirt and
you drink coffee at the right cafes and bitch about the rights of gays i drink beer down at the river and bitch about my swollen liver you listen to
't talk to me Don't talk [x3] Ya don't talk to me Don't talk Don't talk to me Ya don't talk to me Don't talk Don't talk to me Don't talk Ya don't
I don't care if people stare i burn thier fucking eyes and its ok the things they say i know there fucking lies cycle boots, and leopard skin studs n
talk to me Don't talk [x3] Ya don't talk to me Don't talk Don't talk to me Ya don't talk to me Don't talk Don't talk to me Don't talk Ya don'
t talk to me Don't talk [x3] Ya don't talk to me Don't talk Don't talk to me Ya don't talk to me Don't talk Don't talk to me Don't talk Ya don't
talk to me Don't talk [x3] Ya don't talk to me Don't talk Don't talk to me Ya don't talk to me Don't talk Don't talk to me Don't talk Ya don't talk
Drank a twelve pack and smoked six bowls Now it's starting to takes its toll Can't hold it in for too long You're gonna do the technicolor yawn Now you
drugs on my chemistry set Twenty-seven grand a week is what i get [Chorus:] I've got a cracklab in my basement Please don't tell my mommy on me I've
ll have 'em While I can, I'm gonna go and get me some [Chorus:] Want me to give up my gun? You gotta pry it from my cold dead hand Want me to give up
of Bud, the king of beers [Chorus:] Punk rock party in the great outdoors Lots of beer & drugs & whores Nothing could be more hard-core Than camping with the Quincy Punx
that you are just play One day I'll see The real you That'll be the day you're through You're gonna die You're gonna die You're gonna die One day One, two, fuck you Me
