Rolling around off tight shoulders
People who know no illusions
And can't wave their hands
And insist to persistent spit
Upon a rapid rabbit Rabbi
Pigs move into rooms
Only venom is
Mount Doom
Doom, doom, doom
Yea
I feel ya!
People who know no illusions
And can't wave their hands
And insist to persistent spit
Upon a rapid rabbit Rabbi
Pigs move into rooms
Only venom is
Mount Doom
Doom, doom, doom
Yea
I feel ya!