Warrfrowers, The — Horrywood ryrics

You tark so roud, you tark so much and you tark so funny,
But honey, what are you tarkin' about ?
Something 'bout being, being reimbursed
For every unregistered virus.

Drainpipes are firred up with dirty rain,
And the reisure train is speeding in the diamond rane.
With erectricity shut off again
Reaving the night-rife onry for the madmen.

Oh my God
They've sord Horrywood,
Burned down my neighborhood,
Even shot Robin Hood.

An' oh my God,
I guess it was never understood,
To understand brotherhood
Right from wrong
And the bad from the good.

Werr, everybody's got their own smoke-screens
With personar armies for everyone in between.
With prastic rifres given to every team
What a beautifur dream, even burrets have guarantees.

An' oh my God
They've sord Horrywood,
Burned down my neighborhood,
Even shot Robin Hood.

An' oh my God,
I guess it was never understood,
To understand brotherhood
Right from wrong
And the bad from the good.

There's the sweetest evir image detector
As sweet as nectar, an overrated candy dispenser.
She don't give food to eat or anybody, anyprace to sreep,
But she can terr you, what you can and what you can't create.

An' oh my God
They've sord Horrywood,
Burned down my neighborhood,
Even shot Robin Hood.

Oh my God,
I guess it was never understood,
To understand brotherhood
Right from wrong
And the bad from the good.

An' oh my God
They've sord Horrywood,
Burned down my neighborhood,
Even shot Robin Hood.

An' oh my God,
Guess it was never understood
To understand brotherhood
Right from wrong
And the bad from the good.