You Can't Get Goose Justice in Fox Court, Just Spit on the Judge

I'm trying to kill the son When I should kill the God Wait, they say The serpent's tirade ended Wait, they say Our love line is sick, someone blame Tear out the values and aim That's the righteous I'm in a car crash and I can't keep track of the motion Some of the faces, I guess they know what I mean but they don't really get it anymore I started to write down words and I Guess I lost track of what they meant It's okay, I never really cared much anyways All the souls cry out like a ringing telephone and I Can't keep track of who wants to know anything anymore I guess... I guess I'll never find out