Bad Taste Blues, Pt. I

Five and one half, it doesn't mean I don't care

Sick from the guts of another interesting quote

'Bout the time I left you for dead

I have a theory based on nothing

It's absolute crap, it's so compelling

Publish me now, I'm a genius

Face full of fruit, wow

It's making me rage

It's making me feel so bad

For all of the others

Making me feel so bad

So neck your all friends

I'll take you to town, reverend

You're jogging instead, I want you to feel so bad

Fistful of fingers and fishy business

Under the cross, a baby whispers

A whole lot of grub and mirrored windows

Of Europe asleep so sound

It's making me rage

It's making me feel so bad

For all of the others

Making me feel so bad

So neck your all friends

I'll take you to town, reverend

You're jogging instead, I want you to feel so bad

Tradition on trial

Tradition on trial

Tradition on trial

Tradition on trial

You're making me rage

I want you to feel so bad

For all of the others

Making me feel so bad

So neck all your friends

I'll take you to town, reverend

You're jogging instead, now I want you to feel so bad

To feel so bad