By Campesinos!, Los, One, two, three, four, five, six...
It's bad enough you ever
By Campesinos!, Los, Me, in your back garden
With my Walkman tucked inside my
By Campesinos!, Los, One! Two! Three! Four!
One! Two! Three! Four!
One! Two! Three! Four!
Any
By Campesinos!, Los, Broken down like a war economy
Father Führer, don't be mad
By Campesinos!, Los, We know that we could sell your magazines
If only you
By Campesinos!, Los, You expected my war diaries
But time ran out and I,
By Campesinos!, Los, And every sentence that I spoke began and ended in
By Campesinos!, Los, You said "send me stationary to make me horny"
So I
By Campesinos!, Los, Oh, when the smaller picture's the same
as the bigger picture
By Campesinos!, Los, I hate the stench of coffee on your breath
And I
By Campesinos!, Los, I was sick in my mouth because of the fear
By Campesinos!, Los, The beats, yeah, they were coming out the speakers
and