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You're killing me with bacon, America, |
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killing me with smog and taxes, |
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Like axes in my neck, like hogs to the slaughter, |
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what do I tell my daughters? Daddy's all heart |
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but he's pushing a cart way downtown |
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where the skin is brown and eyes are the size of the deficit? |
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You're killing me with bacon, America, |
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just like the indians with tobacco and flour and firewater, |
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heroin scabs and rehabs, sick in the blood, |
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face down in the mud, all hype and gripes, stars and stripes |
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ain't my flag today. I want to belong, I want to be proud |
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but your gay-bashing voices are so fucking loud. |
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My choices are shrinking like bacon in the pan, |
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the spatter of hot grease spitting like mad geese, |
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bombers in Baghdad, I am a college grad |
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but my life is a want-ad. |
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You're killing me with bacon, America, how shall I pray, |
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the old fashioned way? Down on my knees to the god of the weak? |
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Or dick-deep in my squeeze, wearing a red rubber nose, clown clothes? |
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Laughing as we cum and saying something stupid like... I love you |
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One egg split two eggs, three makes it four legs, |
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Why is it opposite? |
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Anyone's sweater makes it feel better, wrapped up so tight in it |
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One day is two days, three makes it always |
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When is it going to fit? |
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Everyone's laughter caught by the natter |
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Weaving their web so glib |
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*distorted lyrics* |
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Four days fit five days, six ways to Sunday |
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What if the world is shit |
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One year splits two hairs, three inching war dicks |
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Where is the love in it? |
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Watch from the Rafters, he's running after |
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Noise from a chickens tit |
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Five days fit four days, six ways to Sunday |
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What if the world is shit? |
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*distorted lyrics* |
