48. Fans

Whoa
This ain't no
Cursucant
No Lulliby
For an Alibi
I'll squeeze my soul
For the sake of getting high.
I'll leave you high and dry
For the end my dear is so nigh.

And I'll
Hold my
Teddy Bear
The age concern
Is getting so old
And they are getting
So fuckin' dry.
So help the aged
And feel degredated.

Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm
They shoul...l....l...l...d.
Be holding the cock
Of those they love

For the elderly Star Wars
Fans are holding their dicks.
For their AT-AT quick fix.
The 70 year itch
For George Lucas
In Modern-hate Stix.

Fuck the trilogy
Fuck the escapology
Fuck the mind blowing
Labotomy
The world shall descent
And bring to the story
A God almighty end.
The Lucas's soul
Has been sold
For a pot of
Leprechaun's Gold.

The Mind they kept
So hell bent
On telling a story
That no one wants.
The mind is kept
Way up
Motherfucking High
In a Jar.

Afar.
Devoid
Insurance,
Me loid....

Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm
They shoul...l....l...l...d.
Be holding the cock
Of those they love

For the elderly Star Wars
Fans are holding their dicks.
For their AT-AT quick fix.
The 70 year itch
For George Lucas
In Modern-hate Stix.

The words I speak are so fuckin' ill
Chris Carter can never hold still.
He bled his love
For the Powered Dollar
He turned suit from
White Collar.
Sex appeal of Anderson.
Man appeal of the man Unknown.

Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm
They shoul...l....l...l...d.
Be holding the cock
Of those they love

For the X files fan
That holds his cock.
Carter should be in the dock...

And Star Trek holds
No fuckin' bounds.
The writers are a pack of hounds.
They rewrite history
Soon you will see
The cock of poor
Old Sco-o-tty.
In a porno with Captain Kirk,
And as usual,
Fans will shout
"What on Earth?"

The writers of all have ran dry
The fans of all are bound to Cry.
Woopie,
Billy.
Bloke From Heroes.
Cock has become
The nether region "0".
Rape my mind,
Kill the vine.
That created you.

And don't get me started on Quantum Leap...