Plastic Fiends 가사

Congratulations, 'm-m-merica You really babe ruthed it this time Oh, straight up vampin' is so easy now I can't tell if anythin' is even a crime anymore (Unless you're poor) Congratulations to roofie and murders To Musk man and old Vlad too Oh, Harvey Leroy must be thrustin' in his grave A hard-on the size of a hot air buffoon, oh It all reminds me of somethin' Mm, maybe Louis XVI Was it Antionette or Friedrich Flick who said Fuck right or wrong, when the cake is so sweet Oh-oh Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends You look like saran wrap And you smell like Fabreeze I'm feelin' sick from your chick-o-stick And your blood is a disease, oh-oh Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends Yeah I see you, my pretty little death-cold cucks Sayin' how we wanna burn it all down Well, if you got the cash, I got the fuckin' gas Could always tend to lose another 2, 000 pounds I see you, my pretty little dinosaurs Livin' your disposable lives Oh, there's no such thing as a meteor When they keep eatin' all your pets and your wives, oh This all reminds me of somethin' Ooh, it's called a Plymouth Rock Blankets and beads, insatiable greeds Is anyone surprised it's nearly we're-fucked-o-clock Oh-oh Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends You look like saran wrap And you smell like Fabreeze I'm feelin' sick from your chick-o-stick And your blood is a disease, oh-oh Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends Oh, you look like saran wrap And you smell like Fabreeze (Oh), I'm feelin' sick from your chick-o-stick And your blood is a disease, oh-oh Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends Oh, come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends-ah (Woo)