Tackleberry Meanie Weenie
We’re on a raid around the world
We f..ck you up and lock up the luck
You pick our cocaine for a buck
and you’re left behind with glue
We steal what’s not for sale
vicious smiling telling tales
Spring guns, fences, no entrance!
we set the dogs on you
From a palace
to a fortress
to a jail
From a scepter
to rusty
coffin nail
Someday
you will dance
on our graves
but our brains
will be conserved
in champagne
