Meet the man that made me
Greet the can that I came from
Oh the fucking sacred heart of Jesus
Blew it in the back room
Feelin' like a real goon
Slam the fuck aside, man
I'm on, you're not

I am the great big mouth
Good riddance, though I'm sad to say
I didn't get to kill you
Rhetoric, better look both ways
I gotta get an arm through
Stain
What the fuck is up? get the fuck away
Run if you want to
Innocent? you're a guilty conscience
Laugh last, break through
Stain

Prepare you fucker
I don't give a shit, bitch
I don't give a fuck, bitch
I don't understand, bitch
You don't matter
I don't give a shit, man
I don't give a fuck, man
I don't really care, man
I'm the super sized man


Lyrics submitted by -L3tH4L-, edited by 2StixNix

Eeyore Lyrics as written by Michael Crahan Corey Taylor

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    i wish i had a popsicle.... ~heather~

    hea-thyron October 13, 2002   Link

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