ฟังเพลงChorus, Verse, Chorus

Busdriver &

Radioinactive

Today's weather is a glazed beverage with a grave emphasis on the strange letter bridge and the dames we assist when we exchange leadership

Put the change in the meter b***h

Y'all can eat some zebra s**t with a fork and knife and tartar sauce

It's the corporate plight of Haagen Dazs

To pour Coors Light on the cotton clothes

Busdriver

Of people who bring flat screens to book burnings

And put earnings in the soiled pampers of oil canvas painters

Radioinactive

Painting pictures of people with mixtures of evil watered down with a gospel crown

I don't think we're in Kansas anymore

Busdriver

I don't think we're in Timbuktu

Get a lip tuck tit reduction big butt lip o suction at the annual bible luncheon

Radioinactive

I pull stunts in

With an eyeball crunched grin

Why not wear a waterproof necktie to the function

Do what you gotta do

Go to Lake Havasu to cook some rabbit stew and have an old lady gab at you

Busdriver &

Radioinactive

The Weather will talk your head off

The parking attendant will park your attention span against the demented plan of a white ninja in Japan with Red Cross medical coverage

Our legible smudges are well received like health conscious women dressing their husbands

Drinking vegetable slushes

I disassemble my musket over an instrumental of Milli Vanilli

The caterpillars are willing to kill me

The castle builders are building a villa for women and children are living in limited numbers with primitive plumbers

An innocent mother is giving a pilgrim some supper

Busdriver &

Radioinactive

Today's forecast is that you'll be suffering a pain in your lower back

You can not get on this plane without a boarding pass

You should drink a quart of gas

It's interesting how nuclear warheads laugh

As Hercules' forehead is smashed on a wall of weather

That's why we wear these koala sweaters like they were tailored

Let's save a whaler from major failure in a Vegas trailer

Page your dealer

Pay the waiter for a plate of tatters

Irritate your neighbors by real estating acres near a lake where ravers get earaches from lasers

Bearded naked bathers get near the sacred savior to hear the tape deck player cold front

We're to old to smoke blunts

So we promote funk that make's adults hump

We catapult jump