Fuck The Valley Fudge

(álbum: Excerpts From The Diary Of Todd Zilla - 2005)

Siamese, Portuguese, dirty knees, look at these
Rookies around us, aren't you glad you found us?
Now if you are who you say you are, get up here to the bar
We'll plot out a plan to take down the man

We'll start with that new future superstore and steal all their
Decorative rocks, we'll fight all their rent-a-cops
And for the freeway maintainers who assist our escape
We've got sandwiches, chips and cold Gatorade

We'll expose all the bicyclists who really are
DUI students who can't drive their cars
And we'll take stucco dust and wet drywall sludge
Combine 'em just right to make fuck the valley fudge

Apple bee's, Chuck E. Cheese, dirty deeds
Don't you see? 'Fuck the valley' fudge, it's my hate, my love

Napoli's, antifreeze, calories, can't you see?
'Fuck the valley' fudge, it's my hate and my love

'Fuck the valley' fudge, it's my hate and my love
'Fuck the valley' fudge, my hate, my love
'Fuck the valley' fudge
'Fuck the valley'
Fuck