I'll take one for the money
'Cause I've already paid
I'll take two for the lava under shifting of plates
I'll take three for South America
Get snorted in Gondwana
Call me up down under when they kill Captain America
I'm out
Okay, I'm back
I'll take the four, five, six
Hang me upside-down
A crucifix
Alright, I lied
I'm on the four-oh-five
I bet you cut yourself to feel alive

What can I say for the little bitty babies?
Who pays the price when no one thinks that there's a pig in the bed?
Big brother comin' on me
Like a sledgehammer
Why stand aside?
You can just play dead

One twenty and a tick
Is where it began
Two, twenty, twenty-seven
Bivouacked in the canyon
Over-dose on the experience
And pay for the delivery
You feel like cryin'
Jesus fucked you like a prostitute
Amen!
Sorry, Mahatma was a racist prick
Mother Theresa was a cunting bitch
Jihada blowin/ up the four-oh-five
I bet you cut yourself
I bet you cut yourself

What can I say for the little bitty babies?
Who pays the price when no one thinks that there's a pig in the bed?
Big brother comin' on me
Like a sledgehammer
Why stand aside?
You can just play dead
Double think your thoughts
They see in your head

Speak...

What can I say for the little Iddy Biddy
No things surprised for a Baby living affair

Why stand beside and just play dead
Don't be so much an ignorant

What can I say for the little Iddy Biddy
Why stand beside and just play dead