Scary Bitches Cold Callers
Who's that knocking upon my door?
A witness of God with his sworn and his whore
I told them I'm a witÑh, I said I'm gay
But that bastards still won't go away
There's no use starting a big discussion
There's a twisted answer for every question
Jesus loves me and wishes me well
But if I don't want him I'll burn in hell
They call you on the phone
They knock at your door
Approach you with their clipboard
When you're shopping in the store
Cold caller person, why can't you see?
Whatever you're selling is no use to me
They call you when you're eating
Or when you in the bath
Or when you're making love
That really makes me laugh
Why do they find it so amazing?
I don't want double f..cking blazing
Tell them to piss off, don't feel mean
If you don't want your windows clean
Who's that now? An insurance man calling
Slam the door, shout something appalling
Find out their adresses and their telephone numbers
Post them on the web and get ? asunder
Phone them all night and all that shit
Annoy them in the streets, see how they like it
What's this spam in my mailbox?
Selling viagra and cures for the pox
«Enlarge your penis», what kind of that crap
Sends a woman a message like that?
We'll start a website, track them down
Run the bastards out of town
Phone them up, swear and cuss
Do to them what they do to us!