CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Darby Crashing Your Party
[Intro]
Banned from the bar and barred from the club
And clubbed by the cops for copping some drugs
Drugged down the street by his self-abuse
A candy-man hanging from a self-tied noose
-ance in public with pennies and brownies
Not like the beaver of Harriet and Ozzies
He's a bastard son, a eternal curse
Lucille, ball-buster, crystal meth-el Mertz
[Verse 1]
I wasn't born this way, I was raised
Not by wolves but by jews I was guilted and hazed
A middle class clown waging lower class war
A Beverly Hill-billy peeled off the floor
[Pre Chorus 1]
The erratic irreverent reverend that reeks
Havoc and wreckage whenever he speaks
I'm not the first on your last second shot
A film about grave robbing without a plot
[Chorus 1]
Throwing a party, a Darby crashing
My captain's sensibilities tells me to smash it
I am the shit smeared in your pillowcase
I'm not the texting, I'm the upper case
[Verse 2]
Ranting and cursing, he sings in the third person and then
I'll catch myself and start singing about me again
[Pre Chorus 2]
Because of your harelip I shaved your mustache
Your donor party has just been Darby crashed
I'm anti-Christ, the unoriginal sin
The ten months of relevant Johnny Rotten
[Chorus 2]
I am the victim in victimless crimes
Painting the town red between the lines
Lose against a black hole when you always win
That's why I push my chips GG Allin
Banned from the bar and barred from the club
And clubbed by the cops for copping some drugs
Drugged down the street by his self-abuse
A candy-man hanging from a self-tied noose
-ance in public with pennies and brownies
Not like the beaver of Harriet and Ozzies
He's a bastard son, a eternal curse
Lucille, ball-buster, crystal meth-el Mertz
[Verse 1]
I wasn't born this way, I was raised
Not by wolves but by jews I was guilted and hazed
A middle class clown waging lower class war
A Beverly Hill-billy peeled off the floor
[Pre Chorus 1]
The erratic irreverent reverend that reeks
Havoc and wreckage whenever he speaks
I'm not the first on your last second shot
A film about grave robbing without a plot
[Chorus 1]
Throwing a party, a Darby crashing
My captain's sensibilities tells me to smash it
I am the shit smeared in your pillowcase
I'm not the texting, I'm the upper case
[Verse 2]
Ranting and cursing, he sings in the third person and then
I'll catch myself and start singing about me again
[Pre Chorus 2]
Because of your harelip I shaved your mustache
Your donor party has just been Darby crashed
I'm anti-Christ, the unoriginal sin
The ten months of relevant Johnny Rotten
[Chorus 2]
I am the victim in victimless crimes
Painting the town red between the lines
Lose against a black hole when you always win
That's why I push my chips GG Allin
