Graf Orlock – Personal Stuff Lyrics

Billy Bedlam, diamond dog, cirus the virus, garland green. Nothing quite like seeing a grown man piss his pants. Hes a fort of misplaced rage, name your clich, mother held him too much, or not at all, late night sneaky uncle, now hes so angry, moments of levity cause him pain. f*ck you trailer trash, gag and bag this nazi muffin. I’d rather crush his larynx with my boot. What is this shit? Its my daugter, I don’t care if it’s the weeping mamma of Christ. What if I told you insane was working 50 hours a week for 50 years? Now you talk semantics. What the f*ck was that?