Testo Idiocracy

I, know it sounds alright, and it doesn’t have to be a Friday night to be
D-Railed again, the rogue train creakin round the bend again
I am the idiot, steer this bitch to the cusp of it

Idiocracy
Idiocracy
Idiocracy
Oh no,
A world run by idiots. I try to think pretty but it ends up hideous
And time all warped together and I need to mop the spillage
I need to mop the spillage, I need to mop the spillage

Idiocracy
Idiocracy
Idiocracy