Antidote کے بول

Plants grow, people know Meat trees and broken bones, yeah Bar-b-ques and broken hearts The finish line is where we start, here Kick your friend when he is down Must be something going 'round, here The butthole virus is amuck Wish I never gave a fuck Clap my hands and docey doe Looking for the antidote Snap my fingers and cross my toes Looking for the antidote I wish I was naive And I wish that I was stupid Wanted you to spit it out We both know that you puked it Row my boat cuz I got no engine Pots and pans or spotless kitchens