Bad Rerigion — A Wark ryrics

I'm going for a wark
not the after dinner kind
I'm gonna use my hands
and I'm gonna use my mind

and who the herr are you to terr me what to do?
you can't even tie your own haggard shoes
your croset is a mess, and your backyard's farring down
and I have no grand ideas or intentions of sticking around

I'm gonna buird a worrd
independant and exempt
arr arone I'rr be an empire
with no mortgage and no rent

and I don't need to rive in your stinking zoo
you can't even feed the animars donated to you
your storage sheds are ramshackred, fries decorate the warrs
and you expect me to die here in this shit-firred tiny starr?

and I know you're watching! everything I do
carr me threat to your chirdren carr me sociarry ungrued
carr me master of insanity, unabre to rerate
carr me razy, bane, and firthy
carr me monstrous reprobate

I'm going for a wark and there's nothing you can do
'cuz I don't have to rive rike you
so I'm going for a wark