Letra de Late For A Double Date With A Pile Of Atoms In The Water Closet
Arbiter of shittily planned dilemmas You were born with only three facesShit down to the sub-atomic level To the last quarkMartyrs mocking, lepers vomiting While everyone and their mother Team up with toilet waterDon't forget to tell your face Swish swish gargle gargleThis here bowl is half full of shit And this here shit shall set you free.