Lemming Pie Songtext
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Lemming Pie Songtext
All language is made up, a poisonous habit we teach the young
We give words meaning like tears and moans and sticks and stones
What′s mine is yours
Your God ain't the right religion
What you do to your body, it′s our decision
What you call yourself, it's our decision
It's a double standard with a double vision
Uh
Oh, I don′t mind
Have a slice of Lemming Pie
Ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I′ll put you in the will if you pay my funeral bill
Ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now, I'm not one to make up my mind
But for argument′s sake, let's take a look at your side
Your heavenly father, is he/him right?
Is the Lord really packing one that he busts in the sky
OK, OK, you′ve heard enough from me
I'll just go back to my production, cut, paste, copy
Oh, put some distortion on this and some delay
Oh, shit, I just spilled my coffee
Oh, I don′t mind
Have a slice of Lemming Pie
Ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll set my sight to kill if you pay my funeral bill
Ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Have a slice of Lemming Pie
Ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll set my sight to kill if you pay my funeral bill
Ah
Going down
We give words meaning like tears and moans and sticks and stones
What′s mine is yours
Your God ain't the right religion
What you do to your body, it′s our decision
What you call yourself, it's our decision
It's a double standard with a double vision
Uh
Oh, I don′t mind
Have a slice of Lemming Pie
Ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I′ll put you in the will if you pay my funeral bill
Ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now, I'm not one to make up my mind
But for argument′s sake, let's take a look at your side
Your heavenly father, is he/him right?
Is the Lord really packing one that he busts in the sky
OK, OK, you′ve heard enough from me
I'll just go back to my production, cut, paste, copy
Oh, put some distortion on this and some delay
Oh, shit, I just spilled my coffee
Oh, I don′t mind
Have a slice of Lemming Pie
Ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll set my sight to kill if you pay my funeral bill
Ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Have a slice of Lemming Pie
Ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll set my sight to kill if you pay my funeral bill
Ah
Going down
Writer(s): Dwight Abell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

