Born A Moron

Born an idiot
One winter night
Moron star high in the sky
Born a moron
But I try
Moron live and moron die

Born dumb but wholesome
Born dumb, wholesome, still so sloppy

What? You think it doesn’t matter?
You could put it in the batter
And ya strap it in the saddle for me
It’s only peace of mind
We can do it on my time
And yo clean up all the splatter for me
Stumbled into battle
Some are kind some are cattle
Can ya fry up all the latter for me?
But the burden of a brain brings the fear brings the pain
Can you take it out, erase it for me?

Raised as a moron
And I’ve got a feeling that you all were too
Am I right is it true?
The question for us now is what should we do?

What should we do
What should we do
What should we do