Letras:
Dead Milkmen Big Lizard In My Backyard

be on the beach! No fun! No! [x2] This is no way to spend a summer I've got sand caked on my feet I gave my ice cream to a shark And now I've got nothing

a good little boy By sticking downers in my food Fucked up world We're all veterans of a fucked up world Fucked up world We're all members of a fucked up world My

Up on the hilltop where the vultures perch, That's where I'm gonna build my church, Ain't gonna be no priest, ain't gonna be no boss; Just Charles Nelson

big butcher knife Like a cheap horror movie on the silver screen The night is filled with deadly screams Would've been salesman's famous capers It even made the big

got a bitchin' Camaro... (1.2.3.4) Bitchin' Camaro, Bitchin' Camaro! I ran over my neighbors Bitchin' Camaro, Bitchin' Camaro! Now I'm in all the papers My

Oh come on baby take a drink Never mind that it's a spit sink A spit sink [x2] It's nothing but a spit sink Jam Took a drink Thought I was gonna die

gather in the streets of Manhattan The lights go out guess what happens? It's time to steal, it's time to shoot! It's time to rob... taste my boot! Violence

It's a Friday night cookin' show With a horse-meat dish I had to stay in the freezer All Thursday eve Talkin' to that horse I really had to go Down

Now my life is easy I've got nowhere to go Just hang out on the street My folks say I've got no ambition At least I give a shit About the stuff I eat