Psychostick - We Ran Out of CD Space | Текст песни

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What if the world was made of glazed donuts?
You would be like, "Man, that's f**king sweet
I can't believe the world is made of donuts"

What if your hands were made of hot pockets
You would be the first one to be eaten
In survival situations

What if your thrumb roared like a dinosaur
What if you peed out of your nose
What if your face was shaped like Mexico
Or trapezoids
Or Texas and Hawaii

What if the world was made of other worlds
combined into a world just like the world
you started with?

What if another world then ate the world made out of donuts
Making all the donut people pissed

What if your face was made of bumblebees?
You would be like, "Dude this really sucks
I do not want a face made out of bumblebees"

What if your dad was made of rainbows?
You would be like, "OMG that's lame
I wanna dad made out of ninja robots"

What if your pool was filled with apple sauce?
What if a hot dog was your tounge?
What if your mouth was filled with broken glass
And FIRE ANTS
And three-meat jumbalaya

What if you tried to build a spaceship
With a cannon that shoots crocadiles at everyone you hate?
What if those crocadiles
Could shoot heat-seeking killer bees
Ensuring that there would be no escape

What if your room was filled with
Lots and lots of puppy dogs
You would be like "Aww, look at the puppy dogs
awwwwww, c'mere, c'mere, awwwww
What'cha doin little guy? What'cha doin?(rambling)"

Where do the squirrels go during hurricanes
What if your butt was on your chest?
What if guitars could squirt out sour cream
And nacho cheese
And pure sulfuric acid

What if the world was made of--