Where the pants fell down, round my green naive faith And the whole office saw my pale
That we'd forget the roles and rituals of our age old performance over night That the blonde tips and the gossipy bitch and the clueless board and power whore Would drop their pants and swim nude in the moonlight
Livin' off the land in a parking lot
Makes me wanna chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp Feel the clenching of the teeth Feels so good, if I'm goin pantsless I might as well Leave a deuce on your keyboard, and wipe up with this self evaluation form The modern zoo patron prefers the natural habitat to the cage c'mon lets Spruce it up Spruce it up Spruce it up Spruce it up Spruce it up Spruce it up with
It's like one of those dreams where your teeth aren't right
That's when snow woman from Guerrero told me...
Que no sufres sobre cosas pequenas Que no sufres sobre cosas pequenas Que no sufres sobre cosas pequenas Que no sufres sobre cosas pequenas Que no sufres sobre cosas pequenas Que no sufres sobre cosas pequenas