Brokedowns The S.a.r.s. Groove Lyrics

they ever catch the guy putting cyanide in
the milk cartons, in the Midwest dairy supply.
they ever find the bird f*ckin with the flu?
he's probably found a way by now to infext the
whole coop. at least that's what I've been led
the believe. to shit my pants with fear admit defeat
accept that everything is out to get me.
conditioned by all the pageantry.
every word ever read west nile four dead in ohio they ever find the monkey spreading out the pox?
he's probably got his own zip code poisoning the blocks
they ever catch the guy mailing out the dust?
he's probably on his way right now
it's shit like that that keeps me up at night
pistol by my side my doors locked tight
attack dogs trained to kill anything on site.
I want this bark to balance out my bite.

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