作曲 : The Uncluded 
5 day forecast clouds in a piss cup
Trying to pinpoint when the shit went **** up
Whatcha gonna do to get your ass out of this rut
So you don't have to live your whole life **** up
Precious, brothers ain't a name in lights
A last rice cake shaped under flames and dice
That known to cope gotta swap old campfire chillers
The kind that only grow in vampire state cellars
And climb out of jars when they migrate westward
Where they were free of any chessboard square
Hi, I don't shake beer in the dark
I write but I'm no Shakespeare in the park
I'm a grownsed up punk with an ear for a heart and I hear you
Please wait here for the ark
Yes sir, likely to fester inactive unless they address all the death
And distraction, shake hands with a foxhole raider
Got a grip like c-c-c-c-combo breaker
Tally up the dead folk squashed in a car
Fire still warm they couldn't have gone far
Packed up tough in your double stuff swimtrunks
Cannonballs recalled when your shit split
**** up
New high score on the IHop Dig-Dug
Pretty cool otherwise pretty much
**** up
How can I save you when I can barely save myself?
Codependent No More on my audiobook shelf
Cruise to your town in my cape and my unitard
See what I can do with my lyrics and guitar
Now I got my sidekick who brings the beatdown
Have you seen the size of his feet?
Clown shoes with his own name in gold on the side
If you're in the dark we'll bring in a little Light Brite
Pop in the pegs
Make cute pictures
Pick up some merch, make us permanent fixtures
On the self-help shelf of your record collection
So if shit's **** up you can make the selection
That will take you from limp to a little bit pumped up
Our HQ is gluten free bun truck
Shhh, zip your lips
Don't tell the bad guys
Shine that giant bun signal in the sky
Wait a few months for us to arrive
Big group hug, a little awkward
Hi
One day you're in luck
One day you're stealing cigarettes from a flipped truck
**** face, **** up
You feel a little better when we sign your high tops
When you get home it's the same old **** up
One half megafawna one half mall rat, haul ass
Straight face, dove-tailed ball cap
Grape ape unveil plans for the van use
Drive to your shit town, tell you that your band rules
Live with the get down, maybe out of shampoo
Radio on scan for a stanza to lampoon
Under the bum drum cutter is a real mother****ers mother****er, mother****er
Alex Karras and Conraid Bain and Leather Tuscadero
And Pinky and the Brain re-enacting the Universal masturbation movie
Dolph cold **** Courtney love boobies and that over the shoulder anaconda holder
You were close to the hole, you're getting colder
Bogeyed your birdie when I powdered my putter
But there ain't no fluffer that can fluff this nutter
One day you're in love
One day you're pills suck
One day your shits ****ed
Nip tuck **** up
Snookie in a snuggie at the walt witman pitstop
Cinnabon, Bon Jovi, slippery **** up
High noon, milk duds, cherry cola big gulp
Corn dog, dim sum, moon die, **** up
Swab your six lips with cholorform litmus
Colorforms, horshack, Rorschach
**** up
Hey Mom, life's good, works great, tip tops
P.S. send cash, half dead, **** up
Riding on the back of Undercat Battlepop
Underoos, big sword, top drawers
**** up
Can't plug and old faithful with a fist ****
No rain coat, no dice
Go **** up
Shine my shoe kicking elevator missed hugs
Seventeenth floor nothing but bugs
**** up
Brunch at the strip club, corn beef, crisp ones
Four teeth, pink tux, porn stash
**** up
Joey Martin Lawrence - Whoa
Little Stevie King Tut
Bad taste walkaways, eternal blame
**** up
This'll be remembered as the year you ruined Christmas
Figgy pudding everywhere, shitty footing
**** up
Willy Wonka shooting blanks
Tae Bo Banks catwalk
Looking glass
Flexed ass
Fizzy lifting **** up
Block block, chop block, chop, kick, kick, punch
Step over the line if you ever feel **** up
Bert cake
Unabomber
Eyebrow
Shit's punk
Trimmed muff not so much
Fluff's tough
**** up