Got a mind but you don't want it
You're a cretin and you flaunt it
Wheels and gears without a movement
A head of straw would be an improvement
March of the morons
March of the morons
You don't read or write too well
Got shit for brains, can't stand the smell
Your cranium is lined with fur
And the outside world is just a blur
March of the morons
March of the morons
You like to dress up like a punk
Fucking, fighting, always drunk
But you've got a saving grace
You'll disappear without a trace
March of the morons
March of the morons
