Polyester Khakis - Mad Caddies

…2, 3, skank!

Well they follow us around

Wherever we may go

It feels like there’s no freedom

Not even in our homes

From the polyester khakis

They were driving me insane

The reason why i drink

It took away the pain

Control

Resist

Control

Resist control!

What now?

Control?

You gotta gotta be down boy

Got no control

You gotta gotta be down boy

You’re ya fuckin pigs!

Fuckin pigs!

…2, 3, skank!

Well we are fair people

They do not seem to trust

All they wanna do

Is make another bust

Well the polyester khakis

They were filling me with fear

That’s why i go down town

And buy some more beer!

Control resist

Control

Resist control!

What now?

control?

You gotta gotta be down boy

Got no control

You gotta gotta be down boy

You’re ya fuckin pigs!

Fuckin pigs!