Peo- ple are a waste of food, you'll nev- er hear the end
They're on- ly e- ver hap- py when they're bur- y- ing their friends And they take take take But they nev- er take a hint
Well the ice caps get- ting skin- ny Still they're not con- cerned they're ver- y near ex- tinct. Yeah peo- ple are a waste of food The end is near- ly nigh
They've al- ways said the sky would fall Now it is you have to wond- er why You want to shrink your stink- y foot- print? Get your tubes tied
Or e- ven bet- ter yet go com- mit su- i- cide They can't say you did not try And oh my, Well i hear the sound of horse- s' hooves Come the mid- dle of the night And oh my, Well it's time to get your gun lic- ense I see four horse- men rid- ing through A cold and end- less night. If mon- ey is the root of e- vil Fear of death is worse This mort- al coil is not a test And you can't hide in a purse So don't go cast- ing no dis- per- sions in the street 'Cause the half the world that starves Will know the half you're in Does not de- serve to eat And oh my, Well i hear the sound of horse- s' hooves Come the mid- dle of the night And oh my, It's time to get your gun lic- ense I see four horse- men rid- ing through A cold and end- less night. Yeah Peo- ple are a waste of food and Don't bo- ther learn- ing Chin- ese
Thou shalt find one- self per- turbed By less ver- bose cal- a- mi- ties Just get some Heinz baked beans, A 12 gauge, ban- do- lier and tinned dog food, and We'll eat your dog, bur- y our dead Or eat them in- stead That's en- tire- ly up to you And oh my, When I hear the sound of un- shod hooves come the mid- dle of the night And oh why Well, from now on 'til your grand- kids final- ly get what you de- serve I'm gon- na be stuck here with you wook- ies Eat- ing for- tune cook- ies Un- til my guts churn
