ain't impressed I'm dying to bet, you feel as though I ain't the best Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct, they call me Doc I'll give you dog shots, but
And there's no compassion Hit the wall a substitute for a face You can look but you can't touch You can see but you can't have Keep crawling to the end
did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
getting tired of all you naysayers, ooo-ooooh Keep speakin' my name, name, name And you'll have reason to hate me Yeaaaah It's like you don't want me
low don't ask me why coz he don't know it's not for lack of bread like the grateful dead darling gimme a head with hair long beautiful hair shining streaming gleaming flaxen waxen won't you
big. Cause when your life is shit, then you haven't got much to lose on Slaughterama! This next geek is guilty of the following: A Grateful Dead life
your caskets burning I don't think this anger management class is working You bastards learning? Trying to mask the aggression Is a thing of the past You better ask
It all depends on the ends that you're willing to spend You wanna know my trip? We wanna know your trip You wanna take a lick? You wanna take a lick you
name is Ms Dynamite, hey, yo yo I know its lookin' kinda rough you gotta hold on You don't have to cry You don't have to cry You don't have to cry
s workin', It's workin' Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream! Can you chill a can can you spill a can can you kill a can I know
nighty-night night My hair is a fright I'm hairy high and low But don't ask me why 'Cause he don't know It's not for lack of bread Like the Grateful Dead
