Psych
Talking about the Moron Bros
Tattooed fingers, tattooed toes
They're idiots, losers, they're scum
Taking advantage of everyone
You're a dog, they're your fleas
Doing everything they can to spread disease

They'll take your beer, they'll take your drugs
Leave with you microscopic bugs
Their company is something you won't miss
When your ice trays are filled with piss

They are the Moron Brothers
Don't get along with others
They are the Moron Brothers
Don't get along with others
They'll whine, they'll bitch, they'll fuck you if you're rich
They'll leach, they'll latch, they are the itch you can't scratch

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They'll ink your face, tape your eyelids closed
Tabasco's in your mouth, there's mustard up your nose
When your head is shaved you'll think the worst has passed
Just try to move your leg, they've put you in a cast, yeah

They are the Moron Brothers
Don't get along with others
They are the Moron Brothers
Don't get along with others

They may not go down in history
But they'll go down on your sister...