Lyrics of the Jaded

Meanie: You can dance if you want to - you can leave your friends behind. 'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance then I'll pop a cap in their asses.

Monger of War: Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all hide in a buker and hoard what few supplies we have until the plague is over.

Meanie: Itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. Out came the sun and dried up all the rain. And the itsy bitsy spider milked the government for benefits and never had to work again in its life.

Meanie: Pretty woman, walking down the street. Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet. Pretty woman, how much do you charge?

Monger of War: Row Row Row your boat, gently up the stream! Until government regulations mandate that your stream can't be used recreationally because it endangers trout and mussels 600 miles downstream.

Meanie: Wasting away to get in Margarittaville. Searching for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, but my lawyer says she still gets half, even if she was fucking the pool boy.

Meanie: The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal. He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind, and willing to make a deal. So he invented Napster.