Look Mom, I'm on TV - Mozart Season

Well I can see right through that

Bitter smile you wear so proudly on your face

You’re nothing more than a huge disgrace

So children take my hand we’ll

Lead you down the road that you’ve been following

So you can see the outcome of your sins

You’re falling, you’re falling

Further down with every pound

So be all that you can be and eat all you can eat

Put a gun up to your head and pull the trigger see what happens

You might get your very own TV show

(Well headlines they always scare me

I’m pretty sure if you hit the blunt you’ll die

On my back is a target, not the store

Racking up those extra credit miles

Blonde, Fake as hell, raped by her dad

It’s a good TV show

Gay, talks hella gay, dresses hella nice

It’s a good TV show)

You hide yourself so happily in your cookie cutter community

You rank so highly in this hybrid land, forget it man

If ever there was a time for you to hold onto something more dear,

the time is now

Be all that you can be, Eat all that you can eat

Be all that you can be, Eat all that you can eat

Oh, When will this all come to an end?

Oh, when will this all come to an end?!

You hide yourself so happily in your cookie cutter community

You rank so highly in this hybrid land, forget it man

If ever there was a time for you to hold onto something more dear

(Tropical Norfolk

Pollock in nighttime

Leaving a bank right before the blimp lands

No thank you

Block building mace, when a shrimp liver hand lies

Line line corrupt dog, i need new shoulders?

Bloated, under a blanket of tires

Under a blanket of tires

Well I hope my lawyer man he shoots and connects

Basting a turkey, player some croquet

Blind tax collection is a horrible C section

Rummaging through some old dead trolls)