Kringle
(专辑: Cockroach Waltz - 1996)
I've got that special disease, That knocks the
shit out of me, 'Cause when you break it you buy it, you own it, 'Cause you get nothing for free. He got that special disease, He eats the
scabs off my knees. I
got a
genocide hand on his forehead But he got nothing on me. Oo oo ah ah oh. Oo oo ah ah oh. Oo oo ah ah oh. Oo oo oo. He smokes the
cigarette trees, He likes my hostilities. He brings me flowers and candy and kringle, But that won't satisfy me. Oo oo ah ah oh. Oo oo ah ah oh. Oo oo ah ah oh. Oo oo oo. I
try to hate equally, They say that's misanthropy. 'Cause when I
want it I
break it, I
burn it, I
own it I
have it, you'll see. Oo oo ah ah oh. Oo oo ah ah oh. Oo oo ah ah oh. Oo oo oo. Collecting things that I
already own, I'm schizophrenic when I'm on the
phone, I
guess that's why I'm never alone, 'Cause I
am never myself He wants to feed me the
pentagram cereal, He puts the
spoon in my mouth, and I
choke. He pushes farther and farther and farther down, The
stuff won't fit down my throat. Oo oo ah ah oh. Oo oo ah ah oh. Oo oo ah ah oh. Oo oo oo. I
got that special disease, That knocks the
shit outta me, 'Cause when I
break it, I
buy it, I
own it, I
have it, I
love it, you'll see. Oo oo.