Bury Your Parents - A Global Threat

Cocktail stains on your GQ slacks

You’ll show you’re clever

Go blow some lingo out your ass

Libido takes over all the shit you learned in school

Techno bass beats in your brain

All thoughts turn to drool

Mommy, Daddy, look at me

You decided what I’m going to be

I’ll pull together and slip through the cracks

'Cause we all know grads are the last to get sacked

So I bought a pill that brings the joys

Of unconscious girls and no-conscience boys

Impress them first with my expensive toys

They come and go on their corduroys

Mommy, Daddy, will you help me?

Do I need psychotherapy?

Am I worth the money spent?

Or did I break your bank

On the rules I bent?

Mommy, Daddy, will you help me?

Mommy, Daddy, I’m out of money

Mommy, Daddy, don’t know where it went

Mommy, Daddy, pay my rent