My Fucknut Family
My values are mostly family based
Although I feel this is a waste
For frequently they crease me up
The bad taste of my family cup
It stains my lips
For mom and pop are fuck-nut fucks
And with a fukky nut grin I stumble home
With a bottle of gin that I have plucked
From my dust truck fuck-nut family zone
I am popped
When I want to bring a friend back home for tea
I try to lock up my fuck-nut family
My mum’s a clown and my dad’s a clone
Who’s known for his insanity
He uses my teeth to mow the lawn
It’s been that way since I was born
those drunked up dust truck fucknut freaks