Dope Tantrum Songtext

fertility is bold. population has swords and i can't wait to see your faces. the oxygen is getting low, the hired hands they all must go, there's no more room left at the inn for cemeteries to begin. bring your bodies to the curb and we'll be by shortly shortly to pick them up. and someday somewhere around say forty/fifty years does that sound like a long time well i got news for you i got news for you the future is here and i am there. what's inside your mind, ejaculate before it's just too late