Listen man, never mind who this is
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We've got your wife
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Yea, your better half, your partner in life
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You'll find her Volvo abandoned at the mall
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Her credit cards are in the trunk
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We don't want that junk
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We want the money, and we want it in cash
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Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite stuck togethe with duct tape
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They're wrapped around her new perm, strapped around her little face
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So don't do anything funny, man, don't do anything smart, or we'll
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Blow up her head
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Listen man, we've got your son
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Yea, your one and only heir
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The scion of your loins the chosen one e picked him up oft the playing field
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You'll get bis short pants by priority mail
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We need sonne cash to finance our political aims
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Put it in your work-out bag and leave it at the gym
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Cause there are ten sticks of dynamitestuck together with duct tape
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They're wrapped around his little skull just to stop the constant snivelling
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And it we don't hear from you by tomorrow, we'II
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Blow up his head
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We've got your daughter, that's right
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Daddy's little girl, the light of your life
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And all we want is every penny you've saved
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Empty out your retirement fund and put it in an old suitcase
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How do you know we've got her?
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We'II send you her little pinkie
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You can shove it up your ass and call it stinky
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Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite wrapped around her golden locks
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And only you have the power to make this stop
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And if we don't get everything that we want, we'II
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Blow up her head
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Forget it man
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We're coming after you
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We have no political beliefs
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We don't want your fucking money
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There's just one thing that motivates us
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We hate your fucking guts
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There are ten sticks of dynamite waiting for you
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They'll cover your eyes
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They'll muffle your ears
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They'll shut your fucking mouth
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They'll
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Blow up your head
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The Dance Of The Headless Bourgeoisie
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