Testo Perma Walkabout

I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, the mishap my folks know as me
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, no love no dog no hide a key
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, you’ll never train me how to pee
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out never never getting out

Your relationships in turmoil and the face card dictates pain
Lets reproduce once more we’ll be chipper once again
I beg to differ in a dumpster I’ll be tossed Thanks for playing Jesus now I’m taped up to a cross

I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, your breastmilk tastes like alcohol
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, wish the state would tie dads balls
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, my inheritance blown at the mall
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, going on a perma walkabout

This selfish procreation if you do not have the dough
Prescription meds come first for you did i mention the blow
I’m a human not a preowned car
Kids don’t repair the strife
Feel free to fucking fuck yourself enjoy your mundane life

I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, your breastmilk tastes like alcohol
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, wish the state would tie dads balls I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, my inheritance blown at the mall
I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out, going on a perma walkabout