For A Bandaged Iris
And say I'm going bad
Who are you to judge me
And the life that I live?
I know that I'm not perfect
And that I don't claim to be
So before you point your fingers
Be sure your hands are clean
Judge not
Before you judge yourself
Judge not
If you're not ready for judgement-Woah oh oh!
The boat of life is rocking
And you may stumble too
So while you talk about me,
someone else is judging you
Judge not
Before you judge yourself
Judge Not
If you're not ready for judgement-Woah oh
Inbred
Half hung-over from the night before,
My sisters passed out - outside my door
My niece got her hash from the boy down the street,
who's inbred too. He has webbed feet
Dinner time is our happy time
it's when we all get together and just un-wind
My mom, on top my dad, on top my bro, on top my niece
It's all just one big inbred feast...
Cuz I'm an inbred mother fucker...
I wasn't always like this, I really think so
'til uncle john corrupted me
and taught me to blow
I was never allowed
to spend the night away from my sister
If you can't beat 'em,
then join 'em
so I decided to kiss her
Her hand on top my leg, on top her chest, on top my thigh
Blood is blood,
even if it is your sister's cherry pie
Life's been different since I've gone inbred
My brother and my sister now sleep in the same bed
We all run around...naked...hanging free
Grandpa even lent me a pair of his false teeth
So don't run from this idea,
it might suit you
If you really love your family
You'll be inbred too!