Slow it down, fill the brown, get with it or get outnA witch bregade could save the parade, God-dammit hear me outnJigalo jack rabbit had a bad habbit, he loved the HATRED SOWnWith a chin full of gristle and a grin full of thistlenHe'll be whisteling dixie now, to the sound ofnnNa na na...nnThat big old hatred sownBecause she wished she was a princessnHer bloody dress it was a message, to the dead and the dyingnA buccaneer for the rumnWhy can't you let me get out, did you forget wash your mouthnCause she'll spit and she won't ever quit 'til the red runs ntotally out, the remedie is expired, and you're a toung tied liarnAnd everything I say and do is adding fuel to the fire thats burningnn(progressive na na na's)