Why don't you and me get together
and cut each other up with razorblades
We'll trip down naked. huff some butane
Find a strip mall to invade!
We'll smear our blood on the storefront, windows, and all the mannequins.
We'll go to schools, free the kids and give them guns!

I don't know and, baby, I don't care.
All I wanna do is freak out the squares.
All you poseurs stop and stare.
All I wanna do is... UH!
Yeah!

Gonna take a plane and fly to California.
Gonna fuck on Ronald Reagans' grave.
We'll wipe up our shit, piss and cum with the American flag.

I don't know and baby, I don't care.
All I wanna do is freak out the squares.
All you weirdos hate my shit!?
FUCK YOU!
All I wanna do is...

Just like Dawn Davenport.
Bless her black little heart.
Are you ready to die for art?


Lyrics submitted by wizardweekend

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