Lyrics

Written, produced, and recorded by Steven Clark

Steven Clark - Guitars, Bass, Vocals, Organ, Percussion
Bryan Fox - Trombone, Backing Vocals
Billy Masterson - Drums

Mash the pedal through the gas tank baby I hate wasting time
Whistle on pass the graveyard baby I’ve come take what’s mine
Blurt it out and burn it down because that’s the they do
Flesh anchors, bare ass spankers, don’t you be one too

Get ready you social babies with moral rabies, buckle up

Guns and God and a ten-dollar-blowjob in every pot
The slut tic sticks to the dog until all the blood runs out
Hell-for-leather Wishbone heavy Tijuana donkey show
Chew your foot clean out the trap man and walk your meat to the hello-hole

Get ready you social babies with moral rabies, buckle up

Zip your lips or be blown to bits it’s a blitz to your mind
Attention whore media-ghoul we know your type
It sucks, super shitty, she’s got the looks but her soul ain’t pretty
Fake lips, fake tits, and a fake-ass life

Get ready you social babies with moral rabies, here we go
Get ready you social babies with moral rabies, here we go
Get ready you social babies