Lyrics Meal Team Six - Pfft.
These
chicken
fried
country
bumpkins
Cosplaying
as
combat
ready
Marines
Sporting
a
designer
flak
jacket
And
a
wardrobe
from
Walmart
and
a
truck
stop
Driven
by
self
righteous
glory
Chip
on
their
shoulder
and
a
drive
to
compensate
All
strapped
and
packed
and
cocked
and
loaded
The
Freedom
Train
runs
on
diesel
tonight
Always
chasing
the
sense
of
authority
A
sense
of
belonging
A
sense
of
respect
Misguided
ambition
Maligned
motives
not
based
on
fact
Manifesto
of
aggression
Deflecting
conversation
with
intimidation
A
culture
of
bootlicking
Blind
adherence
to
the
wiles
of
the
status
quo
Only
thing
protected
are
egos
The
Phantom
Scourge
was
driven
away
They
can
all
return
to
the
suburbs
Meal
Team
Six
has
won
the
day
1 Nacho Man Randy Average
2 The Truckasaurus Redemption
3 Mountain Douche
4 Clamydia King and the Cum Dumpster Fire
5 Lars Really Threw Cliff Under the Bus On That One
6 I'd Like To Speak With the Manager
7 Clifford the Big Red Communist
8 The Velvet Undercarriage
9 Death March of the Penguins
10 Snorting the Wrong Kind of 8 Ball
11 Covideological Chaos
12 Deadbeat Deity
13 Killing Brain Cells With Budd Dwyer
14 Panicked Pack of Paranoid Pachyderms
15 Turning Trix For Kix
16 Fosters, RVA For Goregrind
17 Well, 2020 Wasn't Any Better
18 A Spot Of Tea With the Queen
19 Hallucigeneration X
20 Accidental Arsonist
21 Pirates of Idaho
22 Baby On Board
23 Disappointing Flavor Of Depends
24 Wesley Willis Was A Rocking Man
25 Meal Team Six
26 Mountain Douche II: Now With Kung Fu Action
27 Slimer At The Sperm Bank
28 My Chemical Dependence
29 Xanax In Spandex
30 Don't Listen To This Song
31 If All Dogs Go To Heaven, What's Stopping Me From Killing Them All?
32 Moshart's Second Movement
33 A Half Eaten Tomato Sandwich
34 Trumpty Dumpty
35 Webber - Travis = T_T
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