Testosterone Gone Wild Songtext / Lyric

Rednecks in pick-up trucks

Make a right on red

Smash a 2 x 4 across my brain

Nixon's children, tattooed frenzy

Hurricane of blood

I hear somebody say "it's Miller time"

Are these fucks for real?






A locker room is in my veins

My country's brainwashed by the

Gym coach Ton Ton Macoute

Macho horsecock, Rambo bloodlust, plain stupidity

Testosterone gone wild

I'm getting so sick and fed up



It's almost real it's all for you



I get delusions of grandeur all the time

I took quite a blow to the head

Your fat children get religion; now they follow me

The freaks have finally risen up

Your way of life is totally over



It's almost real it's all for you



I get visions. My finger's in your daughter, and

I'm buggering your son full of the ugly truth.



It's almost real it's all for you



Nothing will be left