You thought you found buried treasure When you learned to masturbate No one else could share your pleasure 'Cuz they always come too late
All together now!
People are like TV dinners Eat them or they'll go to waste You don't have to like them that much Just as long as they have taste
All together now!
Here come the bastards The ones you love to hate Sharp tongues, stiff drinks Smoke 'em if ya got 'em 'Cuz tomorrow it could be too late Too late Much too late . . . .
If you want to join the party All you gotta do is breathe Ya better learn to cut the crap 'n' shoot your mouth off 'Cuz they love to watch you bleed
