Retox The Biological Process Of Politics Lyrics

Hey there dipshit, do the match, sucking spit to take a bath. Political birthed control, find another glory hole. Every minute fools are born, greasy skin won't be torn. Sign me up to disappoint and lose the so-called focal point. Let's burn the dead money of the grand(father's) theft. Enter troll: Can't appoint [Blank stare talking point]. Telepath the aftermath and find another psychopath. Ex-troll, his head is swoll sucking soul on cruse control. Kill the kids that eat to morn and film some more two-party porn. Let's burn the dead body of the old left