Here we go, children,
It's the latest release from the sausage machine, another major masterpiece,
You been long time waiting, and now this is it,
No more pining, no more whining for a medley of our hit.
Take the crank, give it a yank,
Take the crank, give it a yank,
'Cause we are empty, so fill up our tank with good and plenty, milk and honey, and money in the bank.
Here we go, children,
No need to complain,
Tell big dork and his buddies that it's time to refrain from being so nasty,
What exactly is your trip, now that we're filling your pre-orders with a medley of our hit?
Take the crank, give it a yank,
Take the crank, give it a yank,
'Cause we're on empty, so fill up our tank with good and plenty, milk and honey, and money in the bank.
Let's hold this transaction to the refiner's fire,
Watch it burn away the flesh with it's carnal desire,
Remove the sin from the sinner, the lie from the liar,
Hope there's more in these ashes than just some guns for hire.
Listen to me, children,
Don't make the same mistakes,
Might not want to go on record with the times and the dates,
Poor Jason and Eric are always getting the lip about the endless delays on a medley of our hit.
Take a crank.
Do you think this is something? - Well, let's hear from St. Paul,
No, this is nothing, really nothing at all,
Compared to coming glory, it don't compare a bit,
Just another sad story of another piece of hit.
Take a crank, give it a yank,
Take a crank, give it a yank,
We're on empty, so fill up our tank with good and plenty, milk and honey, money in the bank.
Take a crank, come on,
Take a crank, come on,
Take a crank, come on,
Take a crank, come on, oh.
