Genealogy of Morons
Meathead syndrome,
No goals, no control.
The light, the time
It’s in my mind,
Oh fine,
Won’t be polite
Some lines
Have not progressed in Mind
Meathead syndrome,
No goals, no control,
Meathead syndrome,
No cure,
Not attuned to be here
Oh leave here.
The light, the time
It’s in my mind,
oh fine,
won’t be polite
Some lines
Have no progressive in Mind
Ha ha ha ha ah ah ha
Foul-foul-foul-foul-foul-foul
Bodies they build, but why
When brains decrease in size
No mention of a thought in spite
Unbinding head n mind,
So no surprise
No cure for these fools, in this life
No cure for these fools, in this life
Go meat head,
Go meat head,
Go meat head
You’re so macho, you’re so right
Feedin’ the cancer and your demise
So macho, always right
Plays to your cancer and your demise
Feedin’ the cancer and your demise
Your demise it’s time
Feedin’ the cancer
You take us down each time
In time you’ll find,
They’ve lost their minds
No cure
For you and me, my dear
HmHmHahahahaha hah
One
Truth
Needs
More
Got a syndrome, called love
Got a syndrome, called love
Got a syndrome, called L-O-V-E
Multiply, Multiply, Multiply, Multiply.
Excellent, just great. Faved at about 1m 13secs...and then you hit me with 1m 22secs.
Great track guys.