The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
The Suicide Machines
Fore!
I hate golf, its a really boring sport
And the Jesus freak [?]
Hit the little white ball
With the crooked iron stick
Then you follow the ball
And you hit it again
Fore!
Get a pair of tan pants
And a hundred thousand bucks
You can go to the club
With all the yuppie scum
But the food is real lousy
And the people real snobby
Turn the worlds golf courses
Into low cost housing
Fore!
You know I hate golf
Thats what I say
How much you can make
How much you can make
How much you can take
Fore!
Ha ha ha ha yeah