Jack Rabbit (Green Fun Dip), by Sandwich Massacre Subscribe to rss feed for Sandwich Massacre

* So just jack the rabbit, jack the rabbit, jack it up the
ass
with carrot cakes and metal rakes and purple feathered
pants
yeah just jack the rabbit, jack the rabbit, jack it to the
sky
with catapults and rusty bolts and get it in your eye

that sounds fun!

What the hell’s with society today? Can’t go another
day
We all wanna run away, but we can’t pay
So we bring happy to ourselves, grab the weed and video
camera
We all claim we have ADD and depression
It makes us special; and now you all wanna be like me
But I just wanna be me, which is like you, and your gonna be
you
Like I’m gonna be me, now I’m just confusing
Our world is full of wackos; I’m just another wacko like
you
So what the fuck is normal?
We can’t disagree, or just agree
We all wanna be special, be all different, we’re all
different
But I sound like every other lame teenager
Just complaining, being frustrated, I give up!

*
That sounds fun!

Yeah so, bother your neighbors, steal their lawn gnomes
Trash the subway then eat some tacos
We’re getting fatter, but somehow getting smarter
We’ve innovated the fire starter
And created things that always explode
We’re engineers, just drinking beers, and strategists to
the soul
Individualism is our goal, but we’ve dug ourselves into
another hole
Why won’t the conservatives open up their ears
Afraid of what they might accidentally hear
Why won’t society let us take the wheel and steer?
We may be a little drunk sometimes, but we could make it out
of here
Let us steer…

*

That sounds fun!

So until we make it, let’s be naked, and vandalize our
rooms
With sexy rockstars, hardcore pornstars and photos from the
school
Let’s go to perkins, corrupt the children, and freak out
all our moms
They think we’re mental, but we’re just chilin with our
water bongs
And green fun dip!
Green Fun Dip!
We’re just alone, the old don’t know, or don’t
remember, what it’s like to be a kid
 Their too anal, and superstitious of every single sin
They’ll refuse the explosives and water bongs
They’ll ignore our funky punk rock songs
And it’s sad because it’s the only media we’ve got
But we’ll soon rule the world when all the old men rot
So we’ll do the things that make our parents flip
And live our lives with our green fun dip!

*

And live our lives with our green fun dip
With green fun dip!
2003
Posted: 2005-11-06 16:36:25 UTC

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2005-10-22 10:06:33so_close_but_yetso_far
Hmmm interesting!