Heavy as a Really Heavy Thing

You pretentious fucking losers You've got nothing at all You've got your fingers in your asshole And your hand on the call And you talk such fucking horseshit That it's hard to believe That you almost make careers out of being naive You, you are a fu

I am the coming of a new age Past your shit by far I was a puzzle in your sick life, But will never be a piece anymore. Because I worked through your fucking bullshit And I worked through your fucking lies Now I'm working on the edge With a thousand

C'mon little kiddies Have I got a treat for you. At first it tastes all yummy, Then you start to turn blue [chorus:] I'll be back again next week. Bring your friends, we'll have an ice cream treat Mom don't like it, but he don't give a fuck Kids come