I hate the radio but I like Fungus The only punk-rock station, it's humongous I think they just play Misfit's Walk among us Fungus 53
Bring her a mushroom cloud to garnish the skylines today Bring her opulent orange and cringing, beautiful white bellows Give her the gift of eradication
Bring her a mushroom cloud trimmed in crazed ire and spite Feed her the decaying heads of humanity as clocks tick till silence
I've ended the vision of being sane Tucked the image into bed I'm sweating denials from the tip of my tongue You wouldn't belive this nation of pills
Mushroom clouds are forming And the sky is dark and gray Little children dying In a age of hate and war We can love again Only God knows when Help us
I wrote this song it's not too long cause I'm been thinking 'bout you I wrote this song maybe I'm wrong To be caught up about you Well I don't know what
Its about time we infected them... Alien infected us its about time we infected them (x4)
My Prince is dead.. all is lost without him.. may god unite us in heaven..
Powerful, Magical, Weed! Easy! Easy! Easy! Oh yeah man walkin on the moon! come on now! DUDE! I am charging balls! shalom!
This isn't real, none of this is real. This isn't real, none of this is real.
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Step outside the bounds and take a Big look at the times we live in Who appointed you? You're just an avid image on my screen So take your bias point
Psychopsilocybin runnin', horny mother fucker Trippin' on his shoelace searchin' for the hairy sucker He don't need no funny money, his love is all his
Who am I? I am I Why can't I get it straight no? Why can't I see it straight, yeah? We can't let you We can't let you go Why can't I get it straight
Medium, medium Medium, medium Medium, medium Medium, medium Medium, medium Medium, medium Medium, medium Medium, medium Waking up I smell the scent of
Solstice sun it sank beneath the line And the commoners were drunken upon the hillside, yeah Or so the story goes guess she followed along So she could
The evening began as a positive swaret And my abode was 4 2 0 G But little did I know that in the very next apartment There'd be trouble on the brew for
You took our lives away To increase your self esteem An underlie in the public eye Your dubbed insane if and when You try to speak your mind in your own