Hey, I like your bra!
Thanks I got it from my very best friend
Kissed her once in high school and then never again
Drugs and money, who's between your covers?
Wouldn't matter to me one way or the other
And when thots and animals storm the capital
You'll watch C-SPAN for fun
It's a fuckin' drag and it's crazy sad but
You'll do what's gotta be done
Are you really gonna save the world like that?
With your tits half out on Instagram, I mean
Yeah motherfucker, that was always the plan
I'm gonna wear this shit to Congress Men so
Hop off my dick
'Cause this whole thing makes me feel sick
And you're mean to kids
Why can't you just quit picking on them?
Life and liberty, sometimes property
The right to try to feel good
Her heart is pure and the math checks out, so what's the move?
And how could you do this when I learned my rights from you?
Here's a little fact I cry all the time
About the state and healthcare for the grand design
And sometimes it's sad sometimes it's bittersweet
But it's how you'll know I'm me
And now gun control's a fuckin' wicked problem
I don't know if anybody knows quite how to solve it
But if I were in Congress and someone shot up a school
I'd fucking cry about that too
And so
My question is, do you?
Are you really gonna save the world this way?
Crying like a kid every single day?
Hell yeah motherfucker, I'm afraid it's true
People are in pain, what's wrong with you? so
Hop off my dick
Your Nixon smile makes me fuckin' sick
You should be just as wrecked as I am
I'm pretty fuckin' angry that you're not
And when thots and animals storm the capital
You'll watch C-SPAN for fun
'Cause it's a fuckin' drag and it's crazy sad
But you'll do what's gotta be done
The rules were
Life and liberty
Sometimes property
The right to try to feel good
Her heart is pure and the math checks out, so what's the move?
And why would you do this when I learned my rights from you?
And when
Soft boys and their succulents
And girls dressed to crack skulls
Take the capital and render its capitol null
We'll all feel a bit more pumped and a bit less sad
Paint our shirts, say we're sorry, and call our dads
