March Of The Morons

Damage

Got a mind but you don't want it 
You're a cretin and you flaunt it 
Wheels and gears without a movement 
A head of straw would be an improvement 
March of the morons 
March of the morons 
You don't read or write too well 
Got sh*t for brains, can't stand the smell 
Your cranium is lined with fur 
And the outside world is just a blur 
March of the morons 
March of the morons 
You like to dress up like a punk 
Fucking, fighting, always drunk 
But you've got a saving grace 
You'll disappear without a trace 
March of the morons 
March of the morons