Anywho, I LOVE these songs!!
PSYCHOSTICK:
I know what you're thinking
You're thinking, "This is a song"
Well I guess I'll just have to show you
Exactly where you are WRONG!
Why aren't you hearing the cheese?
Why aren't you feeling the ham?
If you don't listen you'll miss it
You don't understand
I will explain it all once
I can explain it all twice
To make it clear to your brain
Until you've taken a bite
You're thinking, "This is a song"
Well I guess I'll just have to show you
Exactly where you are WRONG!
Why aren't you hearing the cheese?
Why aren't you feeling the ham?
If you don't listen you'll miss it
You don't understand
I will explain it all once
I can explain it all twice
To make it clear to your brain
Until you've taken a bite
What if your face was made of bumblebees?
You would be like "Dude, this really sucks, I do not want a face made out of bumblebees."
What if your dad was made of rainbows?
You would be like "OMG that's lame, I want a dad made out of Ninja Robots."
What if your pool was filled with applesauce?
What if a hotdog was your tongue?
What if your mouth was filled with broken glass, and fire ants, and three-meat jambalaya?
You would be like "Dude, this really sucks, I do not want a face made out of bumblebees."
What if your dad was made of rainbows?
You would be like "OMG that's lame, I want a dad made out of Ninja Robots."
What if your pool was filled with applesauce?
What if a hotdog was your tongue?
What if your mouth was filled with broken glass, and fire ants, and three-meat jambalaya?
Happy and bouncy and jiggly and wiggly.
Round and pound, just leave me all giggly.
A couple of supple and simple delights can.
bring out the smile in every straight man.
(And some chicks too.)
Now I want you to reveal what you conceal.
Lose the bra so that I can cop a feel.
Glory to boobs, fleshy mountains of high
they're so wonderful they make me want to cry.
I want to grab them, I want to shake em, I want to nom em, because boobs.
I want to squeeze em, I want to slap em, I want to punch em, because boobs.
Round and pound, just leave me all giggly.
A couple of supple and simple delights can.
bring out the smile in every straight man.
(And some chicks too.)
Now I want you to reveal what you conceal.
Lose the bra so that I can cop a feel.
Glory to boobs, fleshy mountains of high
they're so wonderful they make me want to cry.
I want to grab them, I want to shake em, I want to nom em, because boobs.
I want to squeeze em, I want to slap em, I want to punch em, because boobs.
ONE EYED DOLL:
I made a dress from a choir girl's skin
I wore it to church, the preacher said I'd sinned
Forgive me Father for my fashion crime
Your skin is so nice I'll use yours next time
I wore it to church, the preacher said I'd sinned
Forgive me Father for my fashion crime
Your skin is so nice I'll use yours next time
And I did!
Serial killers are people too
If you take away the voices I'm just like you
I'll hack you up and bury you in my yard
But why does making friends have to be so very hard?
Serial killers are people too
If you take away the voices I'm just like you
I'll hack you up and bury you in my yard
But why does making friends have to be so very hard?
For I'm afraid if I should make
But one little tiny sound
A monster will take a wooden stake
And nail me to the ground
I can see a monster's shadow
Monster in my head
I can taste a monster's breath
A monster in my bed
But one little tiny sound
A monster will take a wooden stake
And nail me to the ground
I can see a monster's shadow
Monster in my head
I can taste a monster's breath
A monster in my bed
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