Drones, The
Oh My
People are a waste of foodYou'll never hear the endThey're only ever happyWhen they're burying their friendsAnd they take take takeBut they never take a hintThe ice caps getting skinnyStill they're not concernedThey're very near extinctPeople are a waste of foodThe end is nearly nighThey've always said the sky would fallNow it is you have to wonder whyYou want to shrink your stinky footprint?Get your tubes tiedOr even better yetGo commit suicideThey can't say you didn't tryAnd oh my,Well i hear the sound of horses' hoovesCome the middle of the nightAnd oh my,Its time to get your gun licenseI see four horsemen riding throughLetras de cancionesA cold and endless nightIf money is the root of evilFear of death is worseThis mortal coil is not a testAnd you can't hide in a purseSo don't go casting no dispersions in the street'Cause the half the world that starvesWill know the half you're inDoes not deserve to eatAnd oh my,Well i hear the sound of horses' hoovesCome the middle of the nightAnd oh my,It's time to get your gun licenseI see four horsemen riding throughA cold and endless nightPeople are a waste of foodDon't bother learning ChineseThou shalt find oneself perturbedBy less verbose calamitiesJust get some Heinz baked beans,A 12 gauge, bandolier and tinned dog foodWe'll eat your dog, bury our deadOr eat them insteadThat's entirely up to youAnd oh my,I hear the sound of unshod hooves come the middle of the nightAnd oh whyWell, from now on 'til your grandkids finally get what you deserveI'm going to be stuck here with you wookiesEating fortune cookiesUntil my guts churn
From Letras Mania