The Great Disappointment - Baby Bro Lyrics

Baby bro was a Proud Boy
But he never made much of a man
Red pill ideas in his head
And a warm beer in his hand
Mama called him a genius
But there never was much of a plan
Ten cent ideas in his head
And a hot check in his hand
Baby bro was a Proud Boy
But he never made much of a man
Half-cocked ideas in his head
And a stiff drink in his hand
Profile called him a hardass
But it made him feel dizzy to stand
Fourteen ideas in his head
One limp dick in his hand
Baby bro
Before you go
Wontcha let me tell you something you don't know
Seasons come
And reason goes
There's always one thing left I know I know
You're a worthless motherf*cker baby bro
And all your fascist friends have got to go