Young Mountain

I Hope Cannibals Turn You Into Stew
Well I hope that you drive your car off the road And I hope they can't find your body in the snow And I hope I never have to see you again 'Cause that would make me content I hope that you're involved in a great plane crash And I hope that your face gets torn and smashed And I hope that your body burns to a crisp 'Cause that would bring me bliss Hope that no one really cares And I hope they find arsenic in your air And I hope you meet your impending doom And I hope your little sister gets your room Well I hope that you choke on your own food And I hope that you get a parasitic fruit And I hope that I never have to see you again 'Cause you are not my friend I hope that you die from sniffing glue And I hope you get hit by a car or two And I hope the cannibals turn you into stew 'Cause that would make me happy too Hope that no one really cares And I hope they find arsenic in your air And I hope you meet your impending doom And I hope your little sister gets your room From Letras Mania