Old Mister Rip is at it again.
pulling bark off the tree like a dumb old man.
Sitting in his backyard, getting stoned,
instead of cleaning up the front yard of his home.
Save us from those who won't save themselves.
Johnny's in his bedroom, crying again.
He took a beating of the ego on Instagram.
The mean boys and green girls ate his heart
and drank his blood.
And now he's drowning in the flood,
with only one more chance
to turn this thing around.
Deliver us from evil.
Deliver us from those who put their poison in the world.
(How am I gonna have my fun,
if I can't find my watergun?)
To shoot you down.
Little Miss America, she can't wait to give it away.
She's selling it every day.
Little Miss America, she can't wait to give it away.
She's out there online selling it every day.
