Lyrics

Now, Terrys got a habit,
food gives him such delight
(“Whats that in the sky mummy”)
that’s just terry
as high as a kite
flying around like bird in the sky
ducking and weaving
trying to evade authorit-eyes

dumb dumb dumb

harrah khet , food,
bikes and copper wire
if he likes it comes and takes it
whatever he desires
he out setting cars on fire
or getting incarcerated
when he’s in his cell
continuously penetrated

(“what is that man doing mummy”)
(“OMG CHILD LOOK AWAY ”)

look terrys on TV,
no it’s not C C tv
Terrys on the screen
Flippin' off toddlers
like it's a personal win.
flipping off families
as they eat with their kids
like' a thumbs up,
just giving children the bird
the kids don’t know what it means,
so it's just absurd.

perhaps it was his finger that should of been blurred
who’s looking at the face when the hands speaking the words
thanks to terry
the kids learned a cursive word
just how one finger
can mean two words
two words a child should never learn
little angels that sound like little turds
so Angelic the choir full of abusive words
music that makes Jesus ears hurt
lyrics overlooked and sung at school ested-fords

(“that was a fun song mummy lets sing”)
(“erase that song from your mind or your getting a labotomy”)

looks like they blurred his face
but that’s how he really looks
(“that’s weird”)
like he’s looked away as a his photo was been took
looks like a still shot after a right hook
like a man who’s heads violently been shook
makes you wonder why the shot even got took
(“yes I’m smiling don’t tell me how to look”)
like Vaselines some type of look
leaves everyone thinking what the fook

harrah khet , food,
bikes and copper wire
if he likes it comes and takes it
whatever he desires
he out setting cars on fire
or getting incarcerated
when he’s in his cell
continuously penetrated

terry gets high
when he snorts the line
between wrong and right
he gets the two misconstrued
left confused
thinking what to do
with all these thermostats
for barbecues
hidden drawers you can see from
plain view
listening to songs like dizzy doo
that Buddha fest was no fucking good
that’s not chocolate on his fingers
that’s just muppys poo
smells like muss’s been here too
(“muss never left he’s over in the cupboard still butt nude”)
yeah along with 3 other dudes

this is just the norm when your dabbling in gays
always at poof park fishing on the main pathway
making sure the poofs pass him
going both ways
says (“you should of seen the one that got away”)
he ran away screaming
trying to get away from the gay
your grandad was just walking
and next thing he’s getting laid
terry jumped out of nowhere
like its some type of raid
not everyone at poof park is gay
terry don’t know the difference
between consent and rape

but it wasn’t till that day
that ur grandad realised
(“SHIT I think I’M GAY”)
and that his life had gone to waste