Head on...

You got your face
On the box cut barbell,
Don't you try to tell me,
You can't even start to know how,

Head on...

Now you found your way,
Through the forest, little boy,
Now don't try to kill me,
Try to tell me who'll play with my toy,

You got big face,
Cause the big man can, baby!
You got big face,
Cause that big man can, baby!
You got big face,
Big man can, baby!
You got big face,
The big man can, baby!

Look at those ticks,
Watch them cover it up,
Cover it up, like they own the place,

Tomorrow is today,
The two marrows may,
To be the next way,
To Egypt to feast,

It's in the rocket,
On the porch, in the rocket,
Never rock it has bombed,
Through the space station,

Gone to the space station,
Don't you see it's gone,
To the space station,
It's the slant, in the flant,
Of the circle, in the circle,
As the men, don't fear this, cause it's...

You got big face,
Cause the big man can, baby!

You got big face,
The big man can, baby! (x4...)

Greasejob 3.4... thank you!


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