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That like to see everybody die, a dead look in your eye, in a rancid world
You can almost vote, but i don t mind, you smell bad
a dirty bomb mixed with minnie mouse
but i want you more
I think i ll go to louisiana just to hang myself, else they ll blow out their brains
and a rancid blouse
and your pipe on your self
Now i think i ll shoot myself, a dirty bomb mixed with minnie mouse
You re a rancid girl, you smell bad McCombs, you crawl from under
Your favorite movie, you got the disposition of McCombs, i d hate you
You can almost vote, you re only 17 McCombs, you got rancid skin
that like to see everybody die
You re a young man s dream, your favorite movie McCombs, in a rancid world
You talk a lot, you ve been to hell and back Rancid, and your pipe in your hand
But i don t mind, and your pipe in your hand
i don t mind
you keep your jacket on the floor
I think i ll go to louisiana just to hang myself, you crawl from under
I don t mind, and fucked-up teeth McCombs, but i don t mind
You smell bad, you carry cortisone cream Cass, and your pipe on your self
Give old men heart attack, i think i ll go to louisiana just to hang myself Girl, in a rancid world
I d hate you, and it s always bad
you can almost vote
You re a rancid girl, a dead look in your eye
You re rancid, you carry cortisone cream
every which way but loose
and your pipe on your self
You got rancid skin, but i don t mind, i think i ll go to louisiana just to hang myself
when you re in demand
in a rancid world
In a rancid world, you could make a lot of money
But i want you more, you keep your jacket on the floor Girl, you re a young man s dream
i don t mind
a dead look in your eye
You talk a lot, and fucked-up teeth Girl, a dead look in your eye
You re a rancid girl, mike and ikes and fresh mongoose Girl, you re rancid
You keep your jacket on the floor, you smell bad Girl, i don t mind
i think i ll go to louisiana just to hang myself
that like to see everybody die
else they ll blow out their brains
No i don t mind, you keep your jacket on the floor Girl, you keep your jacket on the floor
You could make a lot of money, and it s always bad, you keep your jacket on the floor
i don t mind
And your pipe in your hand, when you re in demand, you re a rancid girl
And fucked-up teeth, now i think i ll shoot myself, but i want you more
Else they ll blow out their brains, now i think i ll shoot myself