Songtexte:
Peresina

: Fred: What's up with this fucking 'Ball Tongue' shit? Jon: All I needed was a Pepsi... Fred: You better shut the fuck up, punk. Jon: Whatever

: Our dad would send us to our room he'd be the voice of doom he said that we would thank him later all day he was solid as a rock but by eight o'clock

Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what? I say what, say what? My dick is bigger than yours Ooh, say what, say what? I say what, say

Boy the way Glen Miller played Songs that made the hit parade. Guys like us we had it made, Those were the days. And you knew who you were then

Late one night, I heard a knock at the door The boys were really painting the town I was just another bored teenage boy Kickin' up and actin' the clown

In and out of intersections In a suburb of St. Louis, Misery In the back, back seat of your parent's gold Volvo We waved to passing cars and talked about

Foul play! There's a target on the audience Vampires! We're only in it for the money. Diluted! We took the movement to the market. So fuck us! We totally

Jesus, Bridegroom, King and Judge I will love You with all my heart You are glorious and so magnificent how beautiful You are. Jesus, Bridegroom, King

Fred: What's up with this fucking 'Ball Tongue' shit? Jon: All I needed was a Pepsi... Fred: You better shut the fuck up, punk. Jon: Whatever nigga