Knowlege Bombs...

Killer’s on the hunt
Heart of steel and face of stone
Billy dropping knowledge bombs
he won’t leave Gee alone

Now look here, Mr. Budd
There’s a limit you can’t pass
I have to check, with this here tube
for the bug that’s up your ass

Bending Billy Budd over
Killer picks up a hose
There were screams of penetration
“Now the next one’s up your nose”

Training wheels seem funny
That’s just a joke; I’m laughing too
Locking pliers on your nuts
is that fun for you?

A Kotex holder on Geezer’s bike?
That’s too much, you see
I told you once before. I’m sure
Now you gotta dance with me

Twisted nipples, bruised and bleeding
Sore throat that smells of shit
Brown gunk is running down his leg
He’s rubbing bloody little tits

Run back to your family van
Dream of motorbikes and such
Someday she’ll let you have one
if you don’t fuck up too much

Now B.B.’s balls are b.b.’s
and he sits on a funny tilt
Dropping knowledge bombs ain’t easy
when your voice has got a lilt