Tekster:
Mr Bungle Mr Bungle

(One, Two, Three, Four) (One, Two, Three, Four) My mom is better than Your mom and your dad too She knows nutrition well That's why I'm trim & lean Because

When life comes down to a sharp point Onto the head of a pin Something relieves the pressure And the cycle begins All the ladies run to the barstools

Another summer rolls by And I can't help but feel pain All those familiar faces Come back to haunt me again Whether I hated their guts Or hardly knew

To chi chi koa kohg To chi chi koa kohg Mehnimm mehnimm Manna mayou Mehnimm Mehnimm Manau Manna mayou Manaaauugh... OoooooOOOooooOOOoooooo... Wayaye

Rotting from the inside Over-incubated by the heat of fear and love The self's coagulated Egg... La la la la la la la La la la la la la la Boiling hard

Nobler than Oedipus Foreplay with no friends Premature until the end Clairvoyant and toothless I've got a secret Babbling senseless No one will ever

Drowning in your eyes, the brown pools overflow Immobilize and hypnotize, gimme the chills from below I'm talkin' to myself, thinking that you are here

There's nothin' that I wouldn't do for you 'Cuz I'm pottie, trained like a great dane Have a nice day Incubus in disguise, Lord of the flies A pile of

They're shining searchlights in the sky 'Cause there's a new God in the sign It says their map is not their terrier work And then I broke my telescope