Hum (from "Tax On Death" single)

In my mouth there is a hurricane
Just let it out
On the radio a bunch of fakes
Just shut them down

Hum along
And regret it
Cause you alone
Would get it
God don't make the laws

When I get bored I use novocaine
To numb the sound
I'm the sixth spice, the heavyweight
I bring the frowns

Hum along
And regret it
Cause you alone
Would get it
God don't make the laws

Hum along
And regret it
Cause you alone
Would get it
God don't make the laws

I'm the heavyweight
And I don't know why
I got the sixth sense
To make the girls cry
I'm the heavyweight
And I don't know why
I got the sixth sense
To make the girls cry

How unamerican
How unamerican
To leave em fainting
Waiting for a breath
How unamerican
How unamerican
To leave em fainting
Waiting for a breath

Hum along
And regret it
Hum along
And regret it
Hum along
And regret it
Cause you alone
Would get it

God don't make the laws