Текст песни Methematics - Mr. Bungle

Gravel on toast
Sugar cubes and hotties
Whip handles and porto-potties
Dead behind junior-high, that's right
You win, valedictorian guy
Took the class, kissed the ass
Sucked on the glass
Pipe of advanced math (I choked, I choked)

When all the numbers crunch your head
Under the pickup truck of your friend
Knife a dog, and climb a tree
Just to graduate geometry
Projectile vomit integers
Into the cunts of his' and hers'
Tree-huggers and logger thugs
Meth and math, make the students studs

The painted bird, Marquis de Sade
Teachers ain't no fucking fraud
Punks and skins, geeks and mods
New-wave freaks and metal gods

Redwood curtain across your eyes
Murder mountain, it chokes and dies
Golf balls shot into the mall
Shattered dreams, the curtain falls

Meth-Matics
Meth-Matics

Nothing ever dies
It just ends up here
In the blank space
Between my ears

Nothing ever cries
It just ends up in tears
In this blank space
Between my ears

Nothing ever dies
It just ends up here
In the freebase
Grinding the gears

Well I fucking hate the KKK
And I fucking hate the ERA
And I fucking hate the people that love and support!

And I fucking hate the NRA
And I fucking love the FCA
But I fucking hate the people who rape with guns!

I fucking hate the CIA
And I fucking love the EKA
But I fucking hate every person, who won't skate the walk!

Nothing ever dies
It just ends up here
Into the blank space
Between my ears

Nothing ever cries
It just ends up in tears
In the blank space
Between my ears

Nothing ever dies
It just ends up here
In the freebase
Grinding the gears

Nothing ever dies
It just ends up here
In the blank space
Between the years

Meth-Matics
Meth-Matics

Nothing ever dies
It just ends up here
In the blank space
Between my ears

Nothing ever cries
It just ends up in tears
In the blank space
Between my ears

Nothing ever dies
It just ends up here
In the freebase
Between the years