Grow tired of our airplane fame
A state of moral bankruptcy, foreclose the same
What happened to old fashioned politeness, good ol' boy?
You bring your state ill fame
You done brought your state ignominy
And I thought you guys were supposed to be nice
Motherfucking banality
Sad tattered old man, heart on sleeve
Don't like what you see?
Don't like what I say?
Then feel free to take up the issue
With me
Self-righteous goddamn Golden Rat proclaim
What's this I heard about acting nice?
Fuck your state, and I thought you are supposed to be nice?
Hey listen hear Abel and Cain
Hey listen here, Golden Rat proclaim
I hope you sink a hundred thousand times
In your bullshit ten thousand lakes
I hope you sink a hundred thousand times
In your goddamned ten thousand lakes.
(This is a fast, angry punk song I wrote after this sad, old man cursed me out on a plane landing in Minneapolis's airport. Fuck that sad ol' cocksucker. 6/17/10 - 6:15 PM, CST)
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