Everybody knows where the ladies are at this time of night
They all with me baby. Oh
Just leave me alone
Limousine
Come on get away from the
Boing
Just shut up and shoot everyone
I love my toilet paper
Yeah sexual anarchy
Oh no no no no no no uh huh
Four big red cuts from here to here, I mean clear through the skin, bleeding profusely. That cat's sitting there looking at him like, "just try it again you son of a bitch"
I have no head. I am a reject. I have no head. I look hilarious.
My brain is a broken basket of water.
Kill everything.
Kill everything.
To your weapons, attack, fire, destroy the buildings, kill them all,
everyone, kill them, destroy everything do not leave a single stinking
person, on my mark drop the bombs kill everything
I love you.
Kill everything.
I love you.
Kill everything.
credits
from Junk Worship,
released September 12, 2003
Jak Locke, Shane Padilla, Scott Fremin, Rob Harrison, Erick, Z, Louis Gardner
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