Texty písní Andrew Jackson Jihad

Andrew Jackson Jihad

Angel Of Death

I am a blank page in a notebook,

waiting to be filled with countless drawings of cocks.

I am a bathroom wall, freshly painted over

to cover up swastikas and the names of the girls that we called sluts,

I am the Total Gym,

I am the Salad Glove,

I am the Slap Chop,

I'm the forever lazy,

I am a boring and worthless thing, and nobody should save me.

I am the Kool-Aid stains on the mouth of a kid,

whose name is most likely Cody.

He had a juice box for breakfast and he carries a stick that he most likely found in the alley,

And Cody doesn't have friends,

and his parents hate each other,

and he wants to find a better way to love his family.

And after school he hangs out in the abandoned house behind the Arby's.

I am the camera that watches you,

when you think you are awake.

and I am a Jesus fish on a drug traffic fan

that keeps all their cocaine safe.

I am the guy that eats at least 50 chicken wings,

at an all you can eat buffet,

I'm the Xbox controller for a drone operator today.

And I'm a hologram of a tanning booth,

in a history class from the future.

I'm the nuclear test, called Operation Dominic,

that gave my grandfather cancer.

And I am a video store clerk and an angel of death,

"Hello how are you? My Name is Trevor."

Prepare to die,

Bad Lieutenant 2 is the greatest movie ever.