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Gimmy ya cans
Talking about the Moron Bros' tattooed fingers, tattooed toes
They're idiots, they're losers, they're scum
Taking advantage of everyone
You're a dog, they're your fleas
Doing everything they can to spread disease
Take your beer, Take your drugs
Leave with you microscopic bugs
Their company is something you will miss
When your icetrays are filled with piss
They are the Moron Brothers
Don't get along with others
They are the Moron Brothers
Don't get along with others
They'll whine, they'll bitch, they'll fuck you if you're rich
They'll leach, they'll latch, they are the itch that you can't scratch
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They'll ink your face, tape your eyelids closed
Tabasco's in your mouth,
There's mustard up your nose
When your head is shaved you'll think the worst has passed
Just try to move your leg
They've put you in a cast
They are the Moron Brothers
Don't get along with others
They are the Moron Brothers
Don't get along with others
They may not go down in history
But they'll go down on your sisters
And your mumma
And you father
I'm on a highway hell
I feel like a fuckin'French frie
Yeah you look like a razor-head with that hair do
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