I'll take one for the money cause I've already paid,
I'll take two for the lava under shifting of plates.
I'll take three for South America distorted in Gondwana.
Call me up down under when they kill Captain America
Now, okay I'm back up take the four five six
Hang me upside down like a crucifix
Alright I lied I'm on the borrow.
Bub, I bet you cut yourself, I bet you cut yourself for the feeling
A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Why can't I sing for the Little Biddy baby?
Wouldn't be surprised if no one thinks that there's a pig[?] in there
Me and Crowley coming over got my sledge hammer
I stand aside and just play dead
One twenty on the tick is where it began
Two twenty, twenty seven people walked to the canyon
Just only for the experience and pray for the delivery
If you feel like crying jesus fucked up too much to the head.
I'm sorry Mahatma was a racist wreck
Bojaxhiu was a cunty bitch
She had to blow it up the four, oh
I bet you cut yourself, I bet you cut yourself
Why can't I sing for the Little Biddy baby?
Wouldn't be surprised if no one thinks that there's a pig[?] in there
Me and Crowley coming over got my sledge hammer.
I stand aside and just play dead.
Don't need your thoughts it's in your head
"To a day confined to fast and fires
Of this eternal blazing must not be
Mark me, I will
My hour has almost come
Thy knotted and combined locks the part
I am thy fathers spirit.
With eyes as sulfurous tormenting flames"
Why can't I sing for the Little Biddy baby?
Wouldn't be surprised if no one thinks that there's a pig[?] in there
Me and Crowley coming over [?]
I stand aside and just play
Why can't I sing for the Little Biddy baby?
Why can't I sing for the Little Biddy baby?
Why can't I sing for the Little Biddy baby?
I stand aside and just play dead.
Don't need your thoughts it's in your head
It's almost fear trying to look like hell