Pods And Gods
 

1.  Pods And Gods
2.  What's The Matter With Parents Today?
 

Pods And Gods
Martian men are coming to earth they're abducting all of the jerks, Martian men are coming to earth Martian men, don't take me Pods are landing from outer space Pods are duplicating my face Pods are landing from outer space Pods they leave me alone I don't know what conventions you go to I don't know what movies you've seen I don't wanna hear explainations of unexplainable things.  It's not that I don't belive in aliens It's just, I really dont care.  I wouldn't mind some interplanetary freinds until they come on hangin in my hemisphere Holy ghost is coming to Earth Saving souls of all of the jerks The holy ghost is coming to earth Savior man don't save me The number 1 son is flippin the tab payin for sins and under your hat the number 1 son is flippin the bill let me chip in for the tip I dont understand why you beg for forgiveness Just before you do it again Is it morals your lifting towards you or actually help from a man?  Its not that I don't belive in Jesus Christ Its just I care about other things the world could certianly use some miracles, until then I'll put my faith in human beings.

What's The Matter With Parents Today?
Mom and dad, how'd ya get so rad, when exactly did you get so hip Wearing teenage clothes youíre always coming to my shows And telling me that I should mellow out Itís absurd, youíre singing every word.  Youíre not supposed to like my bands, things I like you donít understand So please put down that rum and coke, thatís no behavior for old folks Dad and mom, what planet are you from And what convinced you to pack up and leave Doin drugs and asking me for hugs, whatís the matter with parents today Not again, when will it end Dads dressing like Motley Crue and why is moms hair dyed bright blue There staying out till 2 or 3 and then having sex publicly I thought the apple fell far from the tree Mom and dad I think you ought, to quit smoking so much pot And hanging with my friends Laying round on the couch, with my Misfits records out Softly banging their heads Maybe itís just a passing phase Whatís the matter with my parents these days.
 
 
 

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