Tekster:
Jeff Hunter

I see at the local bar With their tribe of mutant inbred piglets with cloven hooves I'd teach 'em how to plant a bomb, start a fire, play guitar And if they catch a hunter

Some rappers pick up the mic and like to dabble But I'm gonna flow with the show and never babble Take your hand, make your stand To my left, jeff, your

to which he just could not relate Brought on by a simple twist of fate. He hears the ticking of the clocks And walks along with a parrot that talks, Hunts

(Jeff Lysyczyn/ Michael Hunter Ochs) Love's not supposed To make you numb It's okay to have a little fun The more you contemplate The more you mess with

[Jeff Martin, Russ Parrish] Pray to the rain Pray to the god of thunder We are as one Through the blood of our brothers On through the ages We have lived

, host the remote control the life channel your energy cut thru your clothes like a soldier's knife while the average front, I'm on a never-ending scavenger hunt

[Jeff Martin, Russ Parrish] Pray to the rain Pray to the god of thunder We are as one Through the blood of our brothers On through the ages We have lived

[Jeff Martin, Russ Parrish] Pray to the rain Pray to the god of thunder We are as one Through the blood of our brothers On through the ages We have lived

I see at the local bar with their tribe of mutant inbred piglets with cloven hoovers I'd teach them how to plant a bomb, start a fire, play guitar and if they catch a hunter