Nugget

Ok
Alright
Uh-huh
This one
This one
This one

Heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpening knives through Chicken McNuggets...

Now, Heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpening knives through Chicken McNuggets...

SHUT THE F*CK UP!! Now, SHUT THE F*CK UP!!
Right, right learn to buck up
Right, shut the f*ck up, heeeey hoooo
Now, now, learn to buck up

Ah
Alright
Oh yeah
Ah

Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steel your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels

Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steel your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels

SHUT THE F*CK UP!! Now, SHUT THE F*CK UP!!
Right now learn to buck up
Right, shut the f*ck up, heeeey hoooo
Ya, ya, ya, learn to buck up

Now simple feet that flicker like fire
And burn like canldes in smokey spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets

Now clever feet that flicker like fire
And burn like canldes in smokey spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets

Alright
Ok
I don't wanna
I don't wanna hear it
That's right
Oh no
ok
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
Heeeey hoooo
I don't wanna
I don't wanna



I would like to thank Alan August and Criag A. Jole for these lyrics!!!


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