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Prozak Milkshake

from We Couldn't Think of a Title by Psychostick

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I'm depressed
So I wrote this song
To express
Everything that's wrong

Like my Mother
Wouldn't let me go to a rated R
Cool movie
At the theater with my friends

And I know
That you may not think that it's a big deal
But you don't understand.
You would never understand.
You could never understand.
You will never understand.

Now I'm singing this melody
And I don't know the words
Cuz my life's just so pitiful
Like one big, smelly turd

I'm so fat
And I'm ugly
And I'm dumb
And I boring

I'm a loser and that's all that I'm ever gonna be
No use trying; I could never get anywhere

Die, die, BITCH, DIE!
(and stuff.)
Die, die, WHORE, DIE!
(At random.)
Die, die, SLUT, DIE!
(Who farted?)
Die, die, French FRY!
(I'm hungry.)

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from We Couldn't Think of a Title, released August 1, 2006

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Psychostick is a comedy metal band who enjoys beer, boobs, and the occasional dichotomy of a bi-partisan government. Wait... what?

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