Don't you want to know the truth about dishonorable discharge?
For that special one-gun salute to the fellow N.R.A. holes
Yada yada yada yada
Plaster every sore
A question for you my self proclaimed profit, are you angry?
Now you can go from cocaine onto Rogaine in 2.5 seconds
So become your very own post-civilized, flawless, best friend
Microprocessor upon microprocessor upon microprocessor upon microprocessor
Dear fools and barbarians why don't you ask yourself if you can still recall the Alamo
In this botched blitzkrieg of drive-through culture and sweaty cadaver driven vessels
So call it a lifestyle, but it's really a filthy f*cking traffic jam in
Disguise...
And you won't say shit even if your mouth is full of it
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Don't you want to know the truth about dishonorable discharge?
For that special one-gun salute to the fellow N.R.A. holes
Yada yada yada yada
Plaster every sore
A question for you my self proclaimed profit, are you angry?
Now you can go from cocaine onto Rogaine in 2.5 seconds
So become your very own post-civilized, flawless, best friend
Microprocessor upon microprocessor upon microprocessor upon microprocessor
Dear fools and barbarians why don't you ask yourself if you can still recall the Alamo
In this botched blitzkrieg of drive-through culture and sweaty cadaver driven vessels
So call it a lifestyle, but it's really a filthy f*cking traffic jam in
Disguise...
And you won't say shit even if your mouth is full of it
For that special one-gun salute to the fellow N.R.A. holes
Yada yada yada yada
Plaster every sore
A question for you my self proclaimed profit, are you angry?
Now you can go from cocaine onto Rogaine in 2.5 seconds
So become your very own post-civilized, flawless, best friend
Microprocessor upon microprocessor upon microprocessor upon microprocessor
Dear fools and barbarians why don't you ask yourself if you can still recall the Alamo
In this botched blitzkrieg of drive-through culture and sweaty cadaver driven vessels
So call it a lifestyle, but it's really a filthy f*cking traffic jam in
Disguise...
And you won't say shit even if your mouth is full of it