dedicated to a little weed. one day he may grow into a bigger weed and easier to yank from the soil.Hey there Delaney
What's it like in Philadelphia?
F’llujah’s six thousand miles away
But girl today you ran so pretty
Yes you did
Fire fights can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Hey there Delaney
Don't you worry about the distance
Canada is ‘cross the border
Give this song another listen
Gouge your eyes
Look at my T-shirt it's no disguise
I'm on our side
Oh the stick is up your ass
Oh the stick is up your ass
Oh the stick is up your ass
Oh the stick is up your ass
You do it to yourself.
Hey there Delaney
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday you'll pull it out and understand
You’ve got it good
You have the life they wish they could
My word is good
Hey there Delaney
I've got nothing left to say
Since you won’t take that stick that’s in your ass
Out of its deep crevice
That’s just too bad
Even more in ignorance you'd fall
That’s just too bad
Oh the stick is up your ass
Oh the stick is up your ass
Oh the stick is up your ass
Oh the stick is up your ass
Six thousand miles seems pretty far
And they've got planes and bombs and guns
You can hide back here behind your pretty words
Your friends would all make fun of you
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That you would surely act this way
Delaney I can promise you
That by the time this is through
The world will never ever be the same
You're still a pain
Hey there Delaney
You be good and don't you speak up
Ten more years and you'll be just a fool
And I'll be making lyrics like I do
You know it's all because of you
You can do whatever you want to
Hey there Delaney here's to you
You are so dumb…
Oh the stick is up your ass
Oh the stick is up your ass
Oh the stick is up your ass
Oh the stick is up your ass
You do it to yourself.
Oh oh
OOOoohhhh
Oh oh
Ooooooohhhhh
Oh Oh
OOOoohhhh
OOOOooohhhhh
Oh Oh
