Jack Rabbit (Green Fun Dip)

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By 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

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October 22, 2005 10:06so_close_but_yetso_far

Hmmm interesting!