THE WOLFGANG PRESS - ROTTEN FODDER lyrics
rate meRotten fodder
Crop, failure
Your mother supressed you when you were a baby
Hitler's rotten fodder
Keep your head off of my door
Fill your head with my thoughts
Rotten fodder
Crop, failure
Second class
Rotten fodder
Test-tube failure
Second class specimen
Rotten fodder
What do you call it when you go down
What do you call it when you fall down
Rotten fodder
Second class pestilence
Kick your head off of my door
Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God
Keep your tongue out of my mouth
Keep your tongue out of my mouth
Keep your head out of my mouth
Keep your hands out of my mouth
Keep your toes out of my mouth
Keep your head out of my mouth
Keep your head out of my mouth
Keep your tongue out of my mouth
Keep your tongue out of my mouth
Keep that tongue to its owner
Keep it attached to yourself
Yourself [x11]
