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JAMESBJOHNSON
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THE DIRT BENEATH OUR FEET.
It must be cold there in his shadow,
to always have God’s ass in your face.
You are too dum to win, that's your way,
you always limp in far behind.
So God is the one with all the glory,
while you are the one with all the thighs.
An ugly face with a teeny brain -- for so long,
a twisted boob out in the rain.
CHORUS:
Do you have a clue that you're a zero,
and ev'rything no one wants to be?
We can walk with our heads held higher,
'cause you are the dirt beneath our feet.
Your peepee’s sure to go unnoticed,
while I got a whopper in my hands.
I want you to know that yours is tiny, of course you know it,
Yours is a small bump in your pants!!
(CHORUS)
Whine! Whine! Whine away,
you make us feel so great!.
Oh, whine! Whine!
so shrill and loud and long; everyone knows youre a ding-dong. .
Fuck you! Fuck you! Thank God we aint you,
the dirt beneath our feet.
It must be cold there in his shadow,
to always have God’s ass in your face.
You are too dum to win, that's your way,
you always limp in far behind.
So God is the one with all the glory,
while you are the one with all the thighs.
An ugly face with a teeny brain -- for so long,
a twisted boob out in the rain.
CHORUS:
Do you have a clue that you're a zero,
and ev'rything no one wants to be?
We can walk with our heads held higher,
'cause you are the dirt beneath our feet.
Your peepee’s sure to go unnoticed,
while I got a whopper in my hands.
I want you to know that yours is tiny, of course you know it,
Yours is a small bump in your pants!!
(CHORUS)
Whine! Whine! Whine away,
you make us feel so great!.
Oh, whine! Whine!
so shrill and loud and long; everyone knows youre a ding-dong. .
Fuck you! Fuck you! Thank God we aint you,
the dirt beneath our feet.
