THIS FUCKING SONG (RADIO EDIT)

This fucking song is edited for radio
So you can turn it up real loud and blast it out of your asshole
This fucking song is edited for radio, you cunts
You can play it on the air, check your teeth for pussy hair
This fucking song is edited for radio
I won't sing a goddamn swear, strap a dildo in your underwear
This fucking song is edited for radio, dipshits
Just some stupid shit to sing, I won't teach you anything.
Stick a finger up your ass and feel around for a gland
Take a shit on someone's doorstep
Ruin a welcome mat
It's the price of freedom
(bass solo)
And this fucking song is edited for radio
Excusez mon français while I slap my cock across your face
This fucking song is edited for radio, dickbreath
I couldn't be more plain than this: drunken springs and bottled piss
There's a pervert in the verse who had to look up all these words
and now he's reaching around
giving an ass a pounding
It's just a courtesy
(bass solo)