Mangle Face Songtext
von Prairie Dawg

We all like to party, he likes thought control
Why must we feel so bad his face is a cracked hole?
He needs a computer to tell him what′s on his mind
Or whatever is left of what's in his head
The rest seeped out his false eye over time We go to her party, check your privilege at the door
Meanwhile, she sits on high and spills martini towards the floor
We should be so grateful for what she′s given us to drink
Boy are you in luck, after we all fuck
Comes another lecture about the cats and bees