Ok, home from the german restaurant where I had some very good Tucher hefe and crystal weizen (founded by a distant ancestor of mine). Please forgive any incoherent-ness on my part. It's the beer talking.
To clear out the ABBA and Man w/o a Mirror, I chose TOOL. Hooker with a Penis.

My appologies if I missed any of the stronger swear words. I just love the "kiss my butt" attitude of this song.

I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT,
From '92,
The first EP.

And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the man.

Well now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that
I'm the man,

And if I'm the man,

Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that f$%^&&' finger up your a$$.

All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb f%^&.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip s^&+,
And you bought one.

So I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man,

If I'm the f%^&&&' man
Then you're the f%&^&*' man as well
So you can
Point that f^&*&' finger up your a$$.

All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb f&*(.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip s&*+,
And you bought one.

All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar

So...Shut up and

Buy my new record
Send more money
F#$k you, buddy.

jr


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