Holy Dove, Trailer park thugsnall dressed in black, boots on your back,ntaser gun, he has so much funnbut please bro, don't tase mennNevermind the neverending hidden meanings,nwe got no atmosphere worth breathingnpeeling layers, teasin troublenthe struggle up means keeping lownuntil the right moment...nndon't fret mama, the desert's still the desertnthe gods still plunder one anothernpornographic exploitation of the human populationnpines the ruling oligarchy, they say it clearnfood riots, flash mobs a'comin' shortlynnpurpose made perfect slavesnthat's the natural order these daysnndon't fret mama, the desert's still the desertnthe gods still plunder one anothernmass deflation of the peasant populationnpines the ruling oligarchy, they say it clearnfood riots, flash mobs a'comin shortlynso please bro, don't tase me