Always remember: Elvis is dead, gravity kills and happiness sucks!

sexta-feira, agosto 05, 2005

Six, six, six

In 1976-6-6
I was born a bastard and a son of a bitch
And I'm sick, sick, motherfucker, sick

In 1976-6-6
I nailed a G.I. Joe to the crucifix
And I'm sick, sick, motherfucker, sick

I don't wanna commit suicide
I just wanna commit a homicide
Oh yeah, that's what I am

'76 born a son of a bitch
'76 born a son of a bitch
Oh yeah, that's what I am

In 1976-6-6
I had a porno mag inside my crib
And I'm sick, sick, motherfucker, sick

In 1976-6-6
I killed an animals rights activist
Because animals ain't got no rights, that's right