But what else could I expect from a bunch of low-rent, no account hoodlums like you? Hoodlums yes! I mean you and your friends, your whole sex. Throw 'em in the sea for all I care! Throw 'em in and wait for the bubbles. Men with your groping and spitting, all groin, no brain, three billion of you passing around the same worn-out urge. Men! With your... Sales!
All the songs have to be originals, so I don't know how they can be karaoke version Still whilst I'm off my face on Mad Dog watching a guy from Sweden smash through a glass box with MOTHERFUCKING lasers going off, you'll be masturbating to a Shellac vinyl 'appreciating' their talent. See you at the party Richter
Gar Wood, Gar Wood, Gar wouldn't listen.