A Fistful of Penii

Monkeys come and monkeys go<br>Heroes write stuff in the snow<br>Friff and fraff and everything else i have to say<br>It doesn`t make any sense<br><br>I talk out of my arse but somehow you survive<br>You are my star<br>And i am your cosmonaut, cosmonaut, cosmonaut<br><br>Gunk and grubby nastiness<br>Resident evil falls apart<br>Nonsense that i spool for the lack of knowing<br>It never makes any sense<br><br>I talk out of my arse but somehow you survive<br>You are my star<br>And i am your cosmonaut, cosmonaut, cosmonaut<br><br>Yeah, i know i can`t sing<br>Yeah, i know i try<br>Yeah, i know i can`t dance<br>Yeah, i know i try<br>I talk out of my arse but thank christ! You survive<br>You are my star<br>And i am your cosmonaut, cosmonaut, cosmonaut<br><br>Salt peanuts not salt penises<br>Salt peanuts not salt penii