Racing Days - Belgian War Dogs Lyrics

We left you at the carnival
With a quarter for the payphone
Your fingers all turned purple
From your melted snowcone
No one wants to play
With a social bumblebee
Your sting is felt for days
And your buzz rings eternally
And you there!
Mr. Who Cares
I think I speak for everyone when I say it's not fair
That you got here 'cause your last name
I bet there's nothing in this world you think
You can't claim
And if you want to rebel well look no further
You can buy counter-culture just down the corner
If you don't understand the mob
Well you can be quite sure you'll be killed by one
And all the picture books were in German
And the war dogs were Belgian
And they let this villain into their villa
Now it's time to have some fun