A Jury's Plantation

Two chords for my song my minds so umbilical So clean out your shears before you sever my thrill Take off your hat and stay for awhile It's not like the people have put you on trial Count your tears hide all your fears Your apple pie's what you make of it Waving your flag you called me a fag As you proceeded to suck down your high life The communication of mankind at cost forgets to floss Clip on the mic you're so dynamite Your lips what a fuse box and Easter has passed So go get some ass god is watching Go break some hearts go get some sense While the radio played fifty cent Cause you're so street as thick as concrete Bitch slapping groceries and on the park Carry old ladies up three flights of stairs Dropped them off a building I buried them there The flies came about to shit on their teeth I found that cavities can grow on dreams In your sleep your dentures so pure So turn in Tim Mahr your lucid be carful what you ask for Not in my house no infamy just a casualty Mother is watching so turn out the nightlight Your bible study pillow biting has entered the spotlight Vacuum up laws with patriot missiles Carcasses melted in shag rug and dollar bills And all he ever wanted was a George Forman Grill All he ever wanted was a George Forman Grill Too many plaintiffs slitting their wrist on a Jury plantation have I Too many plaintiffs slitting their wrist on a Jury plantation have I