Along Came a Biter

[Intro]

Everything's great up until you show up

Everything's great up until you show up

Everything's great up until you show up

Everything's great up until you show up

Everything's great up until you show up

[Verse 1]

Force fit murders and corporate mergers

Are so "New world"

Horseshit burgers keep force, and click cursors

Make you so "user friendly"

Compassionate conservatives who get maximum superlatives

Is so "Neo-Reaganomics" (There are certain no-nos)

Claiming ownership of this Pangaea puzzle piece

Is so "English settler"

Oh-la-di me on my out-of-body body builder's muscle beach

Is so "Out of character for you"

Seeing you underestimate how government officials furor and decimate

Is so "up your alley"

And other world variety packs with apocalyptic anxiety tax

Is so "1999"

So typical (you are)

Now this for obscene language and loud music

Which are now news clips of social under rest

But it's a crowd's jubilance

Cause I redden all the rubber flesh, I'm hunted by Boba Fett's

And these are the minimal of substance

I'm the political pundit, I'm cynical and unfit

For day to day life I've got a pitiful pun kick

But at least I'm not on that criminal thug shit

Then they hide the doors that rape states right

[Hook]

And it was great and it was cool

But then along came this biter

And he was so out of touch

So completely self indulgent

Just so out to lunch

So in desperate need of a style of consultant

And some school enrollment

People need help...

[Godzilla sample scratching]

(Yea)

[Verse 2]

Now those recorded on toaster ovens doing their over dubbing

Is so "20th century"

Giving style biters harsh pile drivers

Is so "me"

This machine kills fascists and other unwanted guests

Now when I improvise showers risk the skies from brain storm rain clouds

I'm Coltrane and Kurt Cobain's brain child

And you're soaking wet, wanting to use these rap sounds for your bath towels

My moods for a chin check, I'll give you this crank valve

So you can smoke it in a black and mild and feel at home

TV sprout seedlings that cheer bling bling (bling bling)

And also force feed

Footage of bombs over Baghdad

To distract from my palms over scratch pads

[Hook]

And it was cool, hunky dory

I wasn't hungry or horny

But then along came this biter

And he was so out of touch (completely)

So completely self indulgent (totally)

Just so out to lunch (out there)

So in desperate need of a style consultant

And some school enrollment

Style consultant, school enrollment

[Outro]

Yeah

Do-do

(turn this shit music, this goddamn hippie phase have fucked up the music... I'd like to get my hands on one those little bastards. Getting away with murder. Sex, drugs, pissing on America, fucking up the music.)

Biter