| Another round, Collin. |
| May I bum a smoke? |
| Thank
|
| You
|
| (Jesus:) Citizens, the proletariat will rise. |
| Marx was right
|
| To believe in something new
|
| (Dippy:) Can I quote that?
|
| (Jesus:) Government, reduced to a momentary guard. |
| I was
|
| Born just a man within a plan
|
| (Lippy:) That’s with a «J», right?
|
| (Brent:) Christ, the girls are onto you. |
| A godless herd
|
| But I don’t believe in god either
|
| (Jesus:) And neither do I
|
| (Brent:) Let’s pound some shots of Quervo. |
| I’m always
|
| Thinking wrong loaded. |
| So, damn it, come along. |
| We’ll
|
| Sing
|
| (Jesus, Brent, and the People:) Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala
|
| Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala
|
| (Dippy:) Genius, who’s your agent?
|
| (Lippy:) Is that in Hebrew?
|
| (Brent:) I’m outta here. |
| Call me a taxi. |
| Christ, my keys
|
| You sure know how to drink my friend J. C
|
| (Dippy:) I love you
|
| (People:) Adieu, adieu, and yes we love you Jesus, too
|
| Please come back to conclude in lost Hebrew
|
| (Lippy:) Please, don’t leave
|
| (Jesus:) Thank you much. |
| Come meet my wife at the
|
| Laundromat |