We Ran Out Of CD Space Again

(álbum: ... And Stuff - 2022)

What if the world was made of glazed donuts?
You've would be like, "Man, that's fucking sweet
I can't believe the world's made of donuts!"
What if your hands were made of hot pockets?
You would be the first one to be eaten in survival situations

What if your thumb roared like a dinosaur?
What if you peed out of your nose?
What if your face was shaped like Mexico
Or trapezoids, or Texas and Hawaii?

What if the world was made of other worlds combined
Into a world just like the world you started with?
What if another world then ate the world
Make out of donuts making all the donut people pissed?

What if your face was made of bumblebees?
You would be like, "Dude this really sucks
I do not want a face made out of bumblebees."
What if you dad was made of rainbows?
You would be like, "OMG that's lame
I want a dad made out of ninja robots."

What if your pool was filled with applesauce?
What if a hot dog was your tongue?
What if you mouth was filled with broken glass
And FIRE ANTS and three meat jambalaya?

What if you tried to build a spaceship with a cannon
That shoots crocodiles at everyone you hate?
And what if those crocodiles could shoot heat-seeking killer bees
Ensuring that there would be no escape?

What if your room was filled with lots and lots of puppy dogs?
You would be like...

Where do the squirrels go during hurricanes?
What if your butt was on your chest?
What if guitars could squirt out sour cream
And nacho cheese, and pure sulfuric acid?

What if you were super lucky
And you lived in a world where we decided to finish this song
Unfortunately we're gonna cop out
And fade out because we're lazy sacks of human garbage filth