THE WOLFGANG PRESS - ROTTEN FODDER lyrics

Rotten fodder

Crop, failure

Your mother supressed you when you were a baby

Hitler's rotten fodder

Keep your head off of my door

Fill your head with my thoughts

Rotten fodder

Crop, failure

Second class…

Rotten fodder

Test-tube failure

Second class specimen

Rotten fodder

What do you call it when you go down

What do you call it when you fall down

Rotten fodder

Second class pestilence

Kick your head off of my door

Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God

Keep your tongue out of my mouth

Keep your tongue out of my mouth

Keep your head out of my mouth

Keep your hands out of my mouth

Keep your toes out of my mouth

Keep your head out of my mouth

Keep your head out of my mouth

Keep your tongue out of my mouth

Keep your tongue out of my mouth

Keep that tongue to its owner

Keep it attached to yourself

Yourself [x11]