The Golden Calf Lyrics

I'll take your swing

This is my playground

Us dirty southern white boys

Ain't nothin' that you really wanna play 'round

We keep that Bible in our knight stance

You want that Bible Belt?

Well Mom and Daddy's coming

See if you really stand for something

Oh is it hatred that you're propping up?

I see your mask is kind of slipping

And your set pieces just keep on dropping

Go get some glue or some epoxy

Let's make a better Titebond

I'll even make a list for when you go out shopping

I'm smashing idols. All American

Prodigal son, got the bread and gun

Sprinting down the middle run

I'll down B for you like I'm Kirby

Take another stock and another stock

Until you're crying screaming "you play dirty"!

Do we right wrongs

Or Wrong the writings?

Casting your own shadow in your mirror

I ain't your foe hoe, but this is exciting

Oh Snap! You see you're in my Gamecube

I'll spin you like them tiny discs

Go grab your memory sticks

I'm trying to play you

Hey you, lets make a way soon

I'll see your face soon

Cause you won't just leave me alone

So I gotta face you

Erase you is what I'd like to

Unless you pay who?

Me son, so take the knee son

And drive the hell away from me

Fudge all that Bull-spit you stay talking bout

Wanna walk the path of Love?

Then shorty walk it out

Who the heck you think you are?

My fucking Papa?

Before you even think thrice... Player *Pop(squeak) Pop(Squeak)*

The Calf: "Moooooooo"