Tekster:
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I can't pay the rent, the 20 bucks I made last week's already spent The landlord's at the door and there's dried beer and cigarette butts on the floor

try and tell us our future's at stake we're gonna slam dance on your grave cause we don't give a shit about tomorrow you say we're a bunch of lazy bums

God's creatures carcasses Laying all around Some stupid hick shot them all down Not for food, not for life, just for fucking fun I can't wait to see

Robert Plant is a slimy fuck John Bonham man, he really sucked Those greedy fuckers, those phoney shits They made their money off idiots I hate Led Zeppelin

I wanna be naked I wanna be nude I wanna walk around in my birthday suit No more funny looks about the way I dress I'll show the whole world my nakedness

Mad at the papaer boy that little nerd Can't throw a paper straight, the spastic twerp Hit me in the head with the Daily Sun Then he laughed like a maniac

I don't give a fuck about nicaragua I don't give a shit about the President I don't care about suburban white kids Trying to show they've got compassion

You were once a nice suburban girl Until mom and dad gave you their special love You wanted to tell them something personal But the exact words you couldn

Johnny got upset and drank a bottle of Sea Breeze Mommy figured out he wasn't too happy The family looks nice beu they're rotting inside They all hate