Sluts in skirts, scattered all over this scrabble board
And it's no wonder very few words worth using are being played
All this unintelligible squawking is drowning out anything
Worth listening to, so we're dumbing down everything
And using huge hand gestures trying to get a point across
To the deaf and blind Chubby disgusting infants
In a giant damp crib teething and in dire need of a mothers
Rum soaked digit Anything to numb anything to encourage
Ignorance Anything to put us to sleep
Someone, anyone, take off your shirt and pacify
Make it easy for us to eat, easy for us to sleep
I think we deserve it rephrased!
Someone, anyone, take us out back and put us down!
I think we deserve it
Because it's not far from pleasure island where this
Pink flesh gets it's fur It's there that the noise you speak
Can finally be heard It will make sense to the rest of
Your four-legged stench-ridden gluttonous kin
You can feel comfortable in your skin
You will feel comfortable in your skin
We're trying to speak clearly but our voices get
Drowned out by the over-excessive braying and
The always open mouth