Bez nadziei wybawienia Poderżniemy. Oprawimy Piękny kawał baraniny Wpierw powiesimy cię na haku Potem. cóż Pokroimy! Podzielimy! Czysty kawał wołowiny! Nowe mięsko na ludzkim ołtarzu płonie już! NIE MA BOGA, WYBAWIENIA TO PIEKIELNIE WSZYSTKO ZMIENIA Życie zjada życie – Trzeba zabić należycie Humanitarny odruch każdy w sercu przecież ma! Porąbiemy! Podzielimy! Pod niebiosy WYkrwawiMY mięsko na ołtarzu życia ludzi rzeźnia trwa! Czy dla Diabła czy dla Boga - NIEISTOTNE - wróg czy trzoda Na ucztę baranka zaniesiemy zaraz go! Zgładzi grzechy, żmije, winy, nie chcemy tu wieprzowiny! Nasz baranek cały ranek cieszył nam oko! Nie ma czasu znieczulenia To dla Boga i Zbawienia Koszerny w naszej rzeźni nowy potok z krów A jeśli Nie ma Boga i Zbawienia To piekielnie wszystko zmienia! Kolejny milion zginie w imię pustych słów! ParoDiaBłagańiWiny my sie tutaj nie boimy! W zabijaniu wyszkolimy oprawcy PANA! A ja. widzę to co widzę Niewyobrażalnie wstydzę W Imperium Naczelnego ubój nieprzerwanie trwa To właśnie my – NACZELNI OPRAWIACZE W sumieniach swych – GORLIWI ODPRAWIACZE To właśnie my – NACZELNI I to MY nie mamy sumienia

Rode all the way down memory lane where 65 ends Wondering how it'd feel to see the one that got away again Hoping it might go down like that hometown unanswered prayer My hero sang about on an old burned CD we shared Something on the interstate told me I Was headed straight for your pretty storm That the hurt was still gonna be there just like your name on my arm Even got real with a girl I chill with up in chapel hill Told her you were gonna be here just In case my heart was still in Mobile Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Ain't no telling, girl, How long it's been since we did all that shouting Probably, 10 months 27 days, something like that But hey, who's counting? Oh, you know, just living the dream Home is where the bus is I could say time looks fine on you but It wouldn't do it justice, it wouldn't do it justice Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? I don't think you're stomach's supposed to hurt Quite like this when you run into a girl you forgot you missed It's like the space between us only made me numb Thought I could just see you and be okay But I'm not okay, girl Tell me that smile on your face is so fake And that it's all coming back, coming back, coming back I just have to ask, have to ask, have to ask Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful?

Oh, I ain't heard this song in a minute I forget who sings it but I remember turning it up Showing you how my bass could shake the rearview Remember you chewed ice breakers next to me at church Smelling like bath and body works In that dress with that texture, I love to touch so much Baby, all that stuff does me like a DeLorean Put me in the backseat of your Accord again Losing your shirt on the floorboard again, like good Lord again (good Lord) Green numbers on the clock and the dash tick-tock says 4 a.m. Yeah, you're daddy's gonna hate me even more again, girl, it's crazy Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back to our love's origin Just like that DeLorean Anything bone thugs in the speakers Anything airbrushed on the t-shirt Little rum on the back of a French kiss Little hit of some herbal essences I don't wanna go back to the future I just wanna cruise, girl (cruise with you, girl) In a DeLorean, put me in the backseat of your Accord again Losing your shirt on the floorboard again, like good Lord again (good Lord) Green numbers on the clock and the dash tick-tock says 4 a.m. Yeah, you're daddy's gonna hate me even more again, girl, it's crazy Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back to our love's origin Just like that DeLorean Can't tell me there ain't no such thing (can't tell me) As a time machine (can't tell me) Can't tell me there ain't no such thing (can't tell me there ain't no such thing As a time machine) Can't tell me there ain't no such thing (can't tell me) As a time machine (can't tell me) Can't tell me there ain't no such thing I just wanna ride in that DeLorean Put me in the backseat of your Accord again Losing your shirt on the floorboard again, like good Lord again (good Lord) Green numbers on the clock and the dash tick-tock says 4 a.m. Yeah, you're daddy's gonna hate me even more again, girl, it's crazy Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back to our love's origin Just like that DeLorean Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back to our love's origin Baby, all that stuff does me like a DeLorean

Well cereal's his favorite food group Doin' the Heisman with a box of Fruit Loops Spoon hangin' off his nose just cuz he can Bedhead like Edward Scissorhands Damn proud of that belly button Ain't suckin' it in for nothin' 4 years old looks like fun to me When I grow up I wanna be like Beckett Eatin' breakfast butt naked Ain't even tryin' to be famous Just wonderin' where his airplane is Don't know if he's rich or poor Says it's cool that the girl next door Has skin like chocolate When I grow up, when I grow up I wanna be like Beckett ("Where's my airplane? I like the fat Froot Loops") You get it, B Shakes it when there ain't no music Takes advantage of the bathtub acoustics Little Foo Fighter with a shampoo mohawk Owns it with no alcohol Don't know the minute hand from the hour I see a weed, he sees a flower Prays like he's on the phone with Jesus When I grow up I wanna be just like Beckett Eatin' breakfast butt naked Ain't even tryin' to be famous Just wonderin' where his airplane is Don't know if he's rich or poor Says it's cool that the boy next door Has two dads and three pets When I grow up, when I grow up I wanna be like Beckett ("Where's my airplane? I like the fat Froot Loops") Wanna be just like you, Beck Come on, B He likes the fat Froot Loops When I grow up, when I grow up I wanna be like Beckett Eatin' breakfast butt naked Ain't even tryin' to be famous Just wonderin' where his airplane is Don't know if he's rich or poor Says it's cool that the girl next door Has a dot on her forehead When I grow up, when I grow up I wanna be like Beckett ("Where's my airplane? I like the fat Froot Loops") Wanna be like you, Beck You get it, get it, that's right He likes the fat Froot Loops