One at a time
Brush up on your people skills
I don't want to
Cause the people judge
And the people shrink
Each other's minds
So they won't think
All of you people
Gather around
Spill my intestines
On the ground
Twenty six feet of string
Tie yourself a noose for me
But there better be enough line for everyone
Cause we wouldn't want to leave anyone behind now would we?
You can hang yourself with my intestines for all I care
There better be enough line for everyone
Twenty six feet of string
Tie yourself a noose for me