Sugar town,
yeah, it's so, so sour
I spent all that dream,
oh, I let sleep
But where's my small town?
Hey, a pile of lawyers
Sipping down on their speedy machines
Hey,
if you give me a chance
I'll have a cloud on my glance
With a nice, small ass
So help me
I only want
the weak and strong
And if it comes to a crunch Then I'm a root cutter still
Come down and if I were everyone I
can't tell the switching hour
And I can't feel the spirits arrive All the bare required
of this hatred
And all their near eyes So help me,
give me a chance
Cut you down with a glance With a nice,
small ass
So help me I only want the weak and strong
And if it comes to a crunch Then I'm a root cutter still
It's inside of us when I enter
There's a murmur
when I leave
The jealous faces I can't see
In the eyes that bleed
So if you give me a chance Cut you down with a glance
With a nice, small ass So help me
I only want the weak and strong
And if it comes to a crunch Then I'm a root cutter still
Cut down a root for the good of everyone
Cut down a root for the good of everyone
Cut down a root for the good of everyone
Cut down a root for the good of everyone
Cut down a root for the good of everyone
Cut down a root for the good of everyone
Cut down a root for the good of everyone