Letra de Late For A Double Date With A Oile Of Atoms In The Water Closet

Arbiter of shittily planned dilemmas you were born with only three faces shit down to the sub-atomic level to the last quark Martyrs mocking, lepers vomiting while everyone and their mother team up with toilet water Don't forget to tell your face swish swish gargle gargle This here bowl is half full of shit and this here shit shall set you free.