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

Then your icetrays are filled with piss

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

Do do do do do do do do da do do...



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

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