Welcome, welcome
We’ve all been here before
Welcome, welcome
There’s no lock on the door
And you know that we don’t fuck around
Do you know that we don’t fuck around?
Now you know how we don’t fuck around.
Welcome, welcome
All the jocks ran away
Welcome, welcome
Deep inside they’re all gay
Hey, guess what? If we spit in the soup
Then guess what? They will all get the croup
And guess what? They may never recuperate.
Welcome, welcome
Something died in our heads
Welcome, welcome
Put your anger to bed
‘Cause it’s high time for major change
If you’re high, are you hiding the pain?
When you die, leave behind more than your remains.
© 2006 John
Brocato