Bunchofuckingoofs

You sticky faces
Now invade the scene
Degenerate glueheads
You think you’re mean
Huffing that crap
Makes ya feel tough
The chips on your face
Show you've done enough
That shit rots your body
And then your mind
To keep on going
You'd have to be blind
The reek of your breathe
Is getting very stale
Three days later
It still tells the tale

The bag on your face
The drool on your chin
"Hey, where's my last tube"?
You just cant win

A huff and a puff and I'll blow yer lungs out

I knew this song
Wouldn't get thru
So I'll tell ya what
I'm gonna do
I've got my Bic
right here in my hand
Cos death's the only thing
you really understand
Crucified
by combustible fumes
My lighter spells
exploding doom
Destroy you with
the shit you inhale
I'll use my Bic
instead of nails

down, down, down, down
down, down, down, down

Exploding gluebags
is so much fun
Dominion Day fireworks
Instead of a gun
Exploding gluebags
is so much fun
Quit that shit now
Or ya better fucking run

Ba-Boom