May 24, 2005 21:05
on the eve of construction master mariners gather with fashion designers.
they feast on the meat of the fattest beasts.
main dish:Jimminy glick with a side order of dick of a cheney.
They've already laid dynamite between the child's eyes, make way for the new detention center: expensive shit for naughty little boys and girls.
and now..we're on a death march to disney land
with 98oz bottles of coke in our hands
and when this place goes down in flames
there will be the fondest memories of our favorite video games
Grand Theft Shot em'-looting lotto, halo 2 pays no dues.
We've grown up street fighters..weve got the intricate spin kicks
we eat our X-treme dorito chips.
Gatorade in our blood streams
Paint Stains on our hot topic jeans
but we are hostees to the swine.
weve got diet pills for different strokes
and diffrent ways to kill off diffrent popes
theyll never find out what weve done sirs and mizz sirs.
we will run to the hills, theyve already released the k-9s
beautiful pups with tazers for noses.
I fear they will detect marco with their gaydar
theyve got a wiff of the fabric from my shirt thrown i left in the dirt.
dear lord,
feed my dog and make sure she never leaves the cage.
SATURDAY!