H.M.P.U. - Anal Thunder

There’s a friend of mine talking to himself

Having a chat with Santa’s elf

Other one just shit his pants.

He’s way too drunk to understand

What’s the time?

Is it Tuesday?

This party should have stopped at -98.

Our braindead crew ain’t no looking for fun

just trying to get through day totally numb.

You see him?

He can swallow only liquid.

He can’t eat but he’s always there to drink with.

Guess it’s not how it was planned.

It somehow all just got out of hand.

Tic toc we’re waiting for.

Waiting for a wake up call.

Don’t wanna see a friend go down.

While we’re waiting… Who’s paying the next round?

Noouuoouuoouu No future for our kind.

'Cause we’re all

HOPELESS, MINDLESS, POINTLESS, USELESS.

Useless white trash.