Diabetes Lyrics

Anal Thunder Diabetes

f..ck youandyouandyou....
f..ck all of you.

No, I don’t wanna go out
No, I don’t wanna hang out
I don’t come along ‘cause I don’t get along
I don’t think you would be impressed
When I start the fight with the waitress
Order pizza by phone Let’s eat here at home.

I’ve lost my head
I’m seeing red
I guess I’ve got diabetes

Calm down and take a deep breath

I pretty much hate everyone
I hate your parents I hate their son
Hate white & black Hate thin & fat
I can’t go to the show tonight
I might kill a Mike Ness look a like
And piss on someone’s vans shoes & hundred euro pants