Luyện nghe bài hát P.E. Squad/Doodoo Chasers

The world is a toll toilet
Our neurological assholes
And speaking
in a state of mental diarrhea
Talking shit a a minute

Or in a state of constipated
Can't think of nothin' but
And in this of stinky futures
Shitty memories and constipated 19 now
from the hiney of your head

The doo doo
The
The prune juice of the
The doo doo

Friends of rooter
Bringing you to get your shit together
By the band in the tidy of your brain
(What was that long again Promental?)

A musical movement
Designed to rid you of moral
Social
do-loops
Mental

call us the unflushables
One a clean wipe
(Go it, fellas)

And what all of this shit?
What is the of food for thought?

Images doggie

Me burger with I on it
Me burger with I on it
A myself sandwich, a personal hamburger
And a glass of cola
Out to lunch lunch meat

The of being eaten by the sandwich
The
The doo doo
of roto rooter
Music to your shit by

Low calorie
brain
Skinny

Count the calories of your
Funk, says
Chinese laxatives
Sweet and bowel movements

And in this world of memories
Shitty futures, 19 now nows
Like the prune of the mind
The band in the tidy of your brain
Bringing you music to your shit by

Funk, the
The mental musical bowel

One swipe a clean
And with no charge

A psychological
A neurological
shit
(Let me try one crap)

doo doo
Helping you get your shit

Backstage at a rehearsal
We you the doo doo chasers
(Which one is Clinton?)
Out to lunch with lunch meat, again

The fear of being by a sandwich

Where lunch is a time of day
At twice a week

Fried Ice Cream is a
(Which one is Clinton?)

Ice cream is a reality
Guess coming to lunch
I'm not pay for this lunch, man

Fried Ice is a reality
Fried Ice Cream is a
Fried Ice is a reality