Lyrics:

'A' frames, statuettes, sunset magazine, they're lining up to do their jobs
but i swear to god i seen: bits and guts and pieces hanging from the trees,
Stumpy mow the lawn, c'mon, ya gotta bare piece a' ground. Pour some
concrete, buy a sofa, lay yer body down... your kids are fucking in your
garbage, they're waiting for your job, got the mouthes around your
paycheck, got joyticks for your saws.
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