Although, they might have some great, stupid, lovely adorable children who will grow up to kill you all
They will rip your heads off and play ping-pong with your eyeballs
You knows it to be true
You know it to be true
You know it to be true
You block it from your brain, every night as you sing Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band to your parakeet
Every day, you try to block it
What you do, what you do you hide yourself behind your yellow lemons
And what you do at night, before you go to sleep, is what it's crazy but you know they grow up and they're going to (aah) they're going to stick golf clubs in your rectum