We Ran Out of CD Space Again Songtext
von Psychostick

What if the world was made of glazed donuts
You′ve would be like
Man, that's fucking sweet, I can′t believe the world's made of donuts
What if your hands were made of hot pockets
You would be the first one to be eaten in survival situations

What if your thumb roared like a dinosaur
What if you peed out of your nose
What if your face was shaped like Mexico
Or trapezoids, or Texas and Hawaii

What if the world was made of other worlds combined
Into a world just like the world you started with
What if another world then ate the world made out of donuts
Making all the donut people pissed


What if your face was made of bumblebees
You would be like, Dude this really sucks
I do not want a face made out of bumblebees
What if you dad was made of rainbows
You would be like, OMG that's lame
I want a dad made out of ninja robots

What if your pool was filled with applesauce
What if a hot dog was your tongue
What if you mouth was filled with broken glass
And FIRE ANTS and three meat jambalaya

What if you tried to build a spaceship with a cannon
That shoots crocodiles at everyone you hate
And what if those crocodiles could shoot heat-seeking killer bees
Ensuring that there would be no escape

What if your room was filled with lots and lots of puppy dogs
You would be like... (stupid cutesy sounds)

Where do the squirrels go during hurricanes
What if your butt was on your chest
What if guitars could squirt out sour cream
And nacho cheese, and pure sulfuric acid

What if you were super lucky and you lived in a world
Where we decided to finish this song
Unfortunately we′re gonna cop out and fade out
Because we′re lazy sacks of human garbage filth