All the lads stormed the parade sex calls
Tied up balls agent beefsteak not on his duty
Pathetic cutie that could never suit suit suit me
Lost his mother but I’m a prefect boy he’d introduce to
His father thought one more agent
Don’t wanna be a guest at the
Police station just in case I’d kill I’d be mean
Showed me pictures of America
Moved my heart to Antarctica
Agent’s monsters are all alive
Oh my God here I learn to lie
And his monsters Hugo Boss posters
Said I like my book of Marianne he said
Shall I put you on the train
Figured it’s the end of parade
So on the train insane didn’t know you could put
Them on the train
Agent’s monsters are all alive
Oh my God here I die
Agent beefsteak is a ballerina white socks on his feet
Sure I hate BB King and Corona beer
Agent’s monsters are all alive
Agent ballerina sucks I’m still alive I’m still alive
So all the lads left the parade
And agent beefsteak’s on his duty again
Putting prisoners on the train it’s his duty
It’s his duty that’ll never suit suit suit me
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Drazen Boskic.
Published on e-Stories.org on 18.06.2006.
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