April Fools lyrics

Invitation from the press

To those who passed the test.

Come on down you're APRIL fools:

You're not the chosen race.

Everytime I look around

I can see that bunch of clams

Diggin' to get a reward,

Drivin the truth from your door'

Scheiss-jounalist such a bore.

Searchin' for the holy scoop,

Snesational disease.

Brainwash all the stupid mules:

You think that you are god's gift.

Everytime I look around

I can see that bunch of clams

Diggin' to get a reward,

Drivin the truth from your door'

Scheiss-jounalist such a bore.