The third and final installment to the epic Distortion trilogy. WARNING: May melt face.

» highest in charts:   # 569   (157,500 songs currently listed in Alternative)
» highest in sub-genre:   # 104   (35,115 songs currently listed in Alternative > Experimental)

distortion, distortion
annie got an abortion
little orphan, sweet orphan
you're crankin' up my endorphins
portions filling, girls are willing
dr. phil can drill your fillings
feeling pressure, too much pressure
now the air it smells much fresher

bring it down...

still there's distortion, distortion
of vast proportions
now i'm morphin', contortion
you're gettin' under my foreskin
orson's crazy, thoughts are hazy
wore a bonnet made of gravy
nasty weather, stay together
or we'll blow off like a feater

bring it down...

i fell in love with a girl who stole my shit
a kleptomaniac bi*** with a drug habit
she stole my heart, and also my car
a couple hundred bucks, and a VCR
but you can't have this, can't grab this
you can't have my cannabis
psilocybin, now we're vibin'
ain't no cars on the road we're drivin'
cryin' babies, pregnant ladies
shootin' smack in my black mercedes

bring it down...

the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
we don't need no water
let the motherf***er BURN
BURN MOTHER f***ER, BURN!