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bruiser and bicycle - 21st century humor lyrics

it’s the season to be nasty
where’s your guts and where’s your guile
test the railings, run the gamut
let’s be nuts and let’s be vile
let’s be vile, let’s be vile
oh go heavens, go senile
plow through the aisle getting risky
several whiskey bottles crashing on the tile
everyone is looking, no one is shy
we can’t be sheepish like pigs can not fly
it’s the 21st century, 21st joke, 21st birthday
a premature stroke

let disaster be your master
take a look inside with nihil
grab the handle, peddle faster
just go dash you juvenile
balderdash, balderdash
oh good heaven’s, please don’t crash
plow through the aisle getting risky
several whiskey bottles crashing on the tile
everyone is looking, no one is shy
we can’t be sheepish like pigs can not fly
it’s the 21st century, 21st joke, 21st birthday
a premature stroke
now arriving at a junction
let your rapture be disruption
when we wake the sleeping giants
every step will cause eruption
basher, basher, basher, basher

look within you for the mission
discontinue inhibition
toss your opiate, nows appropriate
swoop the legs out from tradition
basher, basher, basher, basher

everyone is looking, no one is shy
we can’t be sheepish like pigs can not fly
it’s the 21st century, 21st joke, 21st birthday
a premature stroke

- bruiser and bicycle lyrics

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