Taters fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend Running blind through tater fields, bred to peel them all Victim of what said should be A dish hand 'til I fall

Bovine boy, eating hay Such a greasy smell Twenty one, loser son But he served us well Bred to peel, not to care Do just as we say Sat on rear, seasoned sides Here's fries to take away

Back to the spuds You will do what I say, when I say Back to the spuds You will fry when I say, you must fry Back to the spuds You coward You boomer You old fag

Squirting of Carol's piss, does nothing to me now Feeling of the cock that drips, get used to it somehow More a man, less sleeves you bare, glory hole in men's Taters fill the fields I see The peeling never ends

Bovine boy, eating hay Such a greasy smell Twenty one, loser son But he served us well Bred to peel, not to care Do just as we say Sat on rear, seasoned sides Here's fries to take away

Back to the spuds You will do what I say, when I say Back to the spuds You will fry when I say, you must fry Back to the spuds You coward You boomer You old fag

Why, am I frying? Peel, have no fear Lie, live off lying Take, take welfare

Why, am I frying? Peel, have no fear Lie, live off lying Take, take welfare I was born for frying

Life pissed away since birth, nothing could I say Lost my chance to see myself, molded day by day Looking back I realize, nothing have I done Left to die with only friend Alone I eat my cum

Bovine boy, eating hay Such a greasy smell Twenty one, loser son But he served us well Bred to peel, not to care Do just as we say Sat on rear, seasoned sides Here's fries to take away

Back to the spuds You will do what I say, when I say Back to the spuds You will fry when I say, you must fry Back to the spuds You coward You boomer You old fag

Back to the spuds Back to the spuds Back to the spuds Back to the spuds Back to the spuds