Hornophobic

It happens, you know it happens
When fragile, teach for nothing
Go now, back to your art schools
Your reputations should never be tarnished
Just walk, walk through your TVs
No room for deep thought, or heat-seeking missiles
Born, born hornophobic
Just turn the lights out
You know I still feel this way
Horno
Hornophobic
Horno
Hornophobic
Women, and Chinese dragons
Just call on Khrushchev, he’ll know of backstreets
It happens, you know it happens
When fragile, teach for nothing
Just walk, just walk, just walk, just walk…