Junior Mint

Junior mint

Draws the line

Shakes his stick

Overbites

And proves he's got a critical mind

Born again

Cashing in

Must be deaf

Going blind

But he's still got a critical mind

You attack like a cop

Lay down the law

But you're under the bed and you want to be on top

You're a blind watchdog and you're easily led

Thought we were the cheating type

But you're the one who believed the hype

And you're the one who fucks celebrities

You're nothing but a nickname

Does it get you behind closed doors

And let you break some rules

So you can get to the core

And break it down to a molecule