Flakes lyrics
Flakes. flakes
Flakes, flakes They don't do no good They never be workin’ when they oughta should They waste your time They're wastin’ mine California’s got the most of them Boy, they got a host of them Swear to god they got the most at every business on the coast Swear to god they got the most at every business on the coast They got the flakes Flakes, flakes They can't fix your brakes You ask ‘em, “Where’s my motor?” ”Well, it was eaten by snakes” You can stab ‘n’ shoot ‘n’ spit but they won’t be fixin’ it They're lyin’ an lazy They can be drivin’ you crazy Swear to god they got the most at every business on the coast Swear to god they got the most at every business on the coast Take it away, bob I asked as nice as I could if my job would somehow be finished by Friday Well, the whole damn weekend came n went, Frankie (Wanna buy some mandies, bob?) You know what? They didn't do nothin’ but they charged me double for Sunday Now, you know, no matter what you do, they gonna cheat and rob you And then they'll give you a bill that’ll get your senses reelin’ And if you do not pay, they got computer collectors that’ll get you so crazy ‘til your head’ll go through the ceilin’ Yes, it will I’m a moron and this is my wife She’s frosting a cake with a paper knife All what we got here’s American made It’s a little bit cheesy but it's nicely displayed Well, we don't get excited when it crumbles and breaks We just get on the phone and call up some flakes They rush on over and wreck it some more And we are so dumb, they're linin’ up at our door Well, our toilet went crazy yesterday afternoon The plumber he says, “Never flush a tampon” This great information cost me half a weeks pay and the toilet blew up later on the next day Blew up the next day One two three four Flakes, flakes Flakes, flakes Flakes, flakes One two three four (Flakes) We are millions and millions, were coming to get ya Were protected by unions so don't let it upset you Can’t escape the conclusion, it’s probably gods will that civilization will grind to a standstill And we are the people who will make it all happen While your children is sleepin’, your puppy is crappin’ You might call us flakes or something else you might coin us We know you're so greedy that you'll probably join us Were coming to get ya, were coming to get ya Were coming to get ya, were coming to get ya Were coming to get ya, were coming to get ya Were coming to get ya, were coming to get ya
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