Dope Fiend Massacre - Biting Elbows

I know that Mr. Brown gotta a lot of what it takes

I got a big brown bag full of cocaine

And I cannot be friends with mr.

Brown

I’d like to put that fucker underground

Down, where he can’t systematically destroy any chance of a hope for

A better future for me and our kind, yeah

The ugly little caeser gets his knife

I’m a dog at a pound

Whose heart ain’t coping

At the speed of sound

Decay is closing all around

I would run

Twist that lock open

The trouble is

I got no opposable thumbs

I had a vision

I saw Mr. Brown on the television

He was talking crap as he always does

I had to reign him in, why?

Because

I don’t like who he is

And I don’t like who I am

I don’t like what he does

And he makes me a man

On the verge of his mind

A spectacular view

Mr. Brown, I’ve got an issue and its got to do with you

I’m a dog at a pound

Whose heart ain’t coping

At the speed of sound

Decay is closing all around

I would run

Twist that lock open

The trouble is

I got no opposable thumbs

I think I ought to

Watch my back mack

I just might be a rat

And if I go

I’m gonna have to

Go along with me

Take on the truth

There is no quiet reason for what I’m gonna do

You’re getting colder in a house full of clues