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Like babies made of sulfur that smell like demons This one came from butter, and commited a treason He stuck to the walls, and didn't need a bedroom Some might say that he was destined to die soon No, get away, go away, not today No, get away, go away, not today, no His mother didn't need him, and his dad got drunk He got spoiled after dinner, and stuffed in the trunk And from what I know, without the basic food groups Yeah, the milk went sour, and the cheese did too No, get away, go away, not today No, get away, go away, not today, no Then the honey started dripping from the easter bunnies Like a can of plasticine getting bounced off a trampoline It went flying in the milk, with the boys on a quaalude I can't find my wallet, dear, what else is there to prove From Letras Mania