April Fools Lyrics

Invitation from the press
To those who passed the test.
Come on down you're APRIL fools:
You're not the chosen race.
Everytime I look around
I can see that bunch of clams
Diggin' to get a reward,
Drivin the truth from your door'
Scheiss-jounalist such a bore.
Searchin' for the holy scoop,
Snesational disease.
Brainwash all the stupid mules:
You think that you are god's gift.

Everytime I look around
I can see that bunch of clams
Diggin' to get a reward,
Drivin the truth from your door'
Scheiss-jounalist such a bore