Got a mind but you don't want it

You're a cretin and you flaunt it

Wheels and gears without a movement

A head of straw would be an improvement

March of the morons

March of the morons

You don't read or write too well

Got sh*t for brains, can't stand the smell

Your cranium is lined with fur

And the outside world is just a blur

March of the morons

March of the morons

You like to dress up like a punk

F*cking, fighting, always drunk

But you've got a saving grace

You'll disappear without a trace

March of the morons

March of the morons