Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moron, artist - The Dead Milkmen. Album song Eat Your Paisley, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.07.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fever
Song language: English
Moron |
Hangin’out in the comode |
Listening to Depeche Mode |
You look like some kind of toad |
Why are you a moron? |
Got a skateboard gnarly rad |
With money from you mom and dad |
Take a bath cause you smell bad |
Why are you a moron? |
Walkin’down old south street |
Say Hello to the kids you meet |
If knowing you is such a treat |
Why are you a moron? |
Got kicked out of public school |
Make a waste of our gene pool |
Face it asshole you’re a fool |
Why are you a moron? |
I’m staring at a wall going nothing at all |
Gotta get outta here I could use some beer |
Wish I could get some beer |
I could use some beer tonight |
In and out of trendy clubs |
With a pair of day-glo gloves |
You’re the only one you love |
Why are you a moron? |
Tell use you got something to say |
Then bore us with your anarchy |
We just wish you’d go away |
Why are you a moron? |
A trendy losers what you are |
It’s your scene are you’re the czar |
I’d like to see you covered with tar |
Why are you a moron? |
Creeps like you should be wiped out |
You’ve got a face just like a trout |
Listen to everybody shout |
Why are you a moron? |
I’m following the trend 'cause I wanna |
have some friends. |
I want to be somebody. |
Don’t wanna be a 'nobody'. |
I wanna be with someone tonight. |
I swear that you are Hitler’s clone |
Spread disease wherever you roam |
Got the brains of a garden gnome |
Why are you a moron? |
Voted for Reagan not once but twice |
And think that Jerry Farwell’s nice |
Do you keep your brain on ice? |
Why are you a moron? |
In the end you’re all alone |
No one calls you on the phone |
Got no job you’ve got no home |
Why are you a moron? |
Hangin’out in the comode |
Listening to Depeche Mode |
You look like some kind a toad |
You’re just a fucking moron! |
I’m freezing up inside. |
All my brain cells |
have died. |
Gonna get out of here. |
I’m |
gonna get out of here. |
I’m gonna get out of here tonight. |
Hush little baby don’t say a word: I woke up, can’t wait to eat |
And never mind that noise you heard: Got my cereal, boy I was beat |
It just the beasts under your bed: Opened the fridge and to my dismay |
In your closet in your head!!!: There was no milk my mother will pay |