Good Rats Papa Poppa
If you want a layman, won't find any here
Heads have all been shavin', but our faces full of
beard
and we worship mother dear
and we move to the disciplinarian
bow to the mediterraneans
Papa Poppa were have you gone
only man could ever get me out of here
disciplinarian, were have you gone
only bird could ever fly me 'way from here
Some men come to hide out others come to seek
don't know what I'm doing, I know my mind won't keep
I God Damn cannot sleep
and I move to the disciplinarian
and bow to the mediterranean
Papa Poppa were have you gone
only man could ever get me out of here
disciplinarian were have you gone
only bird could ever fly me 'way from here
Papa Poppa were have you gone
only man could ever get me out of here
disciplinarian were have you gone
only bird could ever fly me 'way from here
Papa Poppa were have you gone
only man could ever get me out of here
Gotta get me out of here
disciplinarian were have you gone
only bird could ever fly me 'way from here
Gotta fly me 'way from here
