i'm lathering at bate's, i am
lathering my nape, i am, i am
i'll be buried in the bog that's next door
i'll be buried in my...just bought ford
so very dumb was my finishing
i won't survive this silly little jam...i'm damned
i was on the lam and skittery
lathering at bate's, i am
i am cursed
this is the worst
i'm crumpled in my crate, i am
rumpled and dead weight, i am, i am
i was carried by the psycho next door
then was ferried to this swampy shore
it was assault, also battery
i hope they throw ol' norman in the slam...wham bam
in the trunk, i'm crammed, incredibly
crumpled in my crate, i am
A-N-G-R-Y
lathering (lathering)
lathering (lathering)
lathering at bate's, i am, i am
lathering at bate's, i am
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