good rats – don’t hate the ones who bring you rock & roll lyrics
son of a b-tch let me rip his eyes out
prancing around like a godd-mn f-ggot
painted up -ss like to pull his pants down
shoot off his works
then i’d like to bag it & feed it to a maggot
hate your mommies hate your daddies
hate the lousy little brats who call you fatty
hate the rich oil companies
hate the slimy refugees
but don’t hate the ones who bring you rock & roll
psychedelic jerk let me kick his -ss in
look at him squirm almost makes me throw up
filthy, diseased, twisted dirty b-st-rd
one of their kind, this is how they grow up
man they got it sewed up
hate your mommies hate your daddies
hate the lousy little brats who call you fatty
hate the rich oil companies
hate the slimy refugees
but don’t hate the ones who bring you rock & roll
twisted mothers, twisted brothers, twisted sisters
you all got to be a little twisted if you paid to hear us
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