Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Shit Your Pants, artist - Goratory. Date of issue: 06.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Shit Your Pants |
| Lysergic hits that make you have to take a shit |
| A quack chemist, we’ll call him Dr. Coprophagia |
| On a quest for Enlightenment with a fetish for excrement |
| The latest batch is finally cooked, he calls this blotter «farter» |
| The next step is some subjects to test |
| A filthy group of hippies who are acid-obsessed |
| Burning man will do |
| They all smell like shit to begin with |
| The experiment is flawless |
| No one will catch on |
| The day the drum circle wnt wrong |
| Blowing your mind, tripping face on a tasty jam |
| While you soil those scondhand, ludicrous patchwork pants |
| A sea of dreadlocks and shit-stained Birkenstock’s |
| Crystal-selling, glass-blowing, live art, dope-smoking |
| Tar-toking, business hippies' ass exploding |
| A half hour in, the cramps will begin |
| Battling farts, a war being waged that you will not win |
| Was it the mushrooms made into tea? |
| Was it the blow? |
| Was it the E? |
| I am the doctor, y’all know me |
| I just shit your pants! |
| The desert sun ripens rot in a hazmat nightmare |
| Flower power needs a shower hour |
| Incoherent lunatics covered in waste |
| At last, the climax |
| A wooden idol towering ten stories high |
| Ready to be set ablaze |
| Bring out the butane |
| No one considered the amount of the methane |