Bad to the Bone

They do it automatically
I’m in the air, there goes gravity
All over the floor
Higher than a nerd’s test score

Getting in trouble
Doing dirty work
Putting good last, evil first

They’re walking coke bottles
With high throttles
With the capacity and the self assurance of a size 2 model
Tiny and arrogant, your lab’s worst experiment

Better block them off with some orange cones
They’re in danger mode, deadly zone
Get loud without raising your tone

Cold flesh, warm blood
They’re bad to the bone

 

The End

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