March Of The Morons (Damage)

Got a mind but you don't want it You're a cretin and you flaunt it Wheels and gears without a movement A head of straw would be an improvement March of the morons March of the morons You don't read or write too well Got sh*t for brains, can't stand the smell Your cranium is lined with fur And the outside world is just a blur March of the morons March of the morons You like to dress up like a punk Fucking, fighting, always drunk But you've got a saving grace You'll disappear without a trace March of the morons March of the morons