Tool - Hooker With A Penis lyrics

I met a boy wearing Van, 501, and a Dope Beastie tee, nipple rings, New tattoos that claimed that he Was OGT, back from '92, From the first EP. And in between sips of Coke He told me that he thought We were sellin' out, Layin' down, Suckin' up to the man. Well now I've got some Bad advice for you, little buddy. Before you point your finger You should know that I'm the man, I'm the man, And you're the man, and He's the man as well so you can Point that fuckin' finger up your ass. All you know about me is what I've sold you, Dumb fuck I sold out long before you ever even heard my name. I sold my soul to make a record, Dip shit, then you bought one. Well, I've got some Bad advice for you, little buddy. Before you point your finger You should know that I'm the man, If I'm the fuckin' man Then you're the fuckin' man as well So you can point that fuckin' finger up your ass. All you know about me is what I've sold you, Dumb fuck I sold out long before you ever even heard my name. I sold my soul to make a record, Dip shit, then you bought one. All you read and Wear or see and Hear on TV Is a product Begging for your Fatass Dirty Dollar. So shut up and Buy, Buy, Buy, My new record. Buy, Buy, Buy, Send more money. Fuck you, buddy. Fuck you, buddy. Fuck you, buddy. Fuck you, buddy!

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