Plants grow, people know
Meat trees and broken bones, yeah
Bar-b-ques and broken hearts
The finish line is where we start, here
Kick your friend when he is down
Must be something going 'round, here
The butthole virus is amuck
Wish I never gave a fuck

Clap my hands and docey doe
Looking for the antidote
Snap my fingers and cross my toes
Looking for the antidote

I wish I was naive
And I wish that I was stupid
Wanted you to spit it out
We both know that you puked it
Row my boat cuz I got no engine
Pots and pans or spotless kitchens