Testosterone Gone Wild

Rednecks in pick-up trucks
Make a right on red
Smash a 2×4 across my brain
Nixon’s children, tattooed frenzy
Hurricane of blood
I hear somebody say «it's Miller time»
Are these fucks for real?
A locker room is in my veins
My country’s brainwashed by the
Gym coach Ton Ton Macoute
Macho horsecock, Rambo bloodlust, plain stupidity
Testosterone gone wild
I’m getting so sick and fed up
It’s almost real & it’s all for you
I get delusions of grandeur all the time
I took quite a blow to the head
Your fat children get religion; now they follow me
The freaks have finally risen up
Your way of life is totally over
It’s almost real & it’s all for you
I get visions. My finger’s in your daughter, and
I’m buggering your son full of the ugly truth
It’s almost real & it’s all for you
Nothing will be left