I Fucked Your Dad Lyrics

These problems I'm having all
Of structure and dreaming of
Of humans and animals and beautiful people
The gra*s that we nurtured all
When thoughts equal dreams and still
These conflicts directed to the conquering people
To be in a garden with a skyline perverted by
You were my first day, my first day of silence
We're marching a rat race all through the day
Our hands on the home, head for home
The science of driveways to captives.