Biological Process of Politics Lyrics

Hey there dipshit, do the match, sucking spit to take a bath.
Political birthed control, find another glory hole.
Every minute fools are born, greasy skin won't be torn.
Sign me up to disappoint and lose the so-called focal point.
Let's burn the dead money of the grand(father's) theft.
Enter troll: Can't appoint .
Telepath the aftermath and find another psychopath.
Ex-troll, his head is swoll sucking soul on cruse control.
Kill the kids that eat to morn and film some more two-party porn.
Let's burn the dead body of the old left.