Prosophobiac Songtext
von Yorn's Apostles

Couldn′t be bothered because
What could I do?
I swear some people are so short they got
Good heads on their shoe
The Big Mac Bureaucrat is playing
Numbers with lives
He swallows people like the pills he takes to
Get through the night

And what was placid's gone
And what was placid′s gone


Now, swing state sermons say
"That boy's gay"
Caught a gunshot fever
In the U.S.A.
Just call
1-800 o' ain′t nothing okay
I heard they opened a new chapter of the
KKK

And what was placid′s gone
And what was placid's

You can rest assured, all that′s placid's gone
Nothing′s still no more
No sun inside
No sun in sight
No sun anymore
Rain that kept on crashing down
Surely broke the day
They run and hide
They crawl and scrape but
They couldn't get away