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Imagine if you lived next to a complete jackwagon who insisted on playing his goddamn bugle first thing in the goddamn morning...
Bugler honks ev'ry mornin' (whoo, uh, uh)
I'm gonna make you eat some dirt (uh, uh, geez, geez, geez)
Bugler, bugler honks ev'ry mornin'
I'm tryna act more casual, make a plan that sounds rational
Bugler, bugler honks ev'ry mornin' (geez (whoo), geez, geez, geez)
I'm gonna make you eat some dirt (oh please, don't you start up again, headache's gettin' bigger)
Bugler, bugler honks ev'ry mornin'
Don't like your peppy attitude when all I asked is "Stop that shit, won't you?"
Bugler, bugler

Always with it, you won't stop that awful tin shit
There's no part of it I'm likin' cause, you nitwit
Yes, you heard from me that your tootin' work is the worst
Too early, please, to be performin' to please us, thesis: (bugler, bugler)
You ain't tryna plain displease us, but
Anger is high and the fault is at your fingertips, all
Your tunes are wrong, appalled at your gall
Desecratin' the melody, generatin' (bugler, bugler honks ev'ry mornin')
A level of irateness that I'd rate
Greatest hate I'd vent, higher than the Hulk's ragin' (bugler, bugler honks ev'ry mornin')
Butchered "Brown Sugar" by the Rollin' Stones
I'm not lovin' this, the notes are off a bit (bugler, bugler)
Even when there's recognition failure
Such a consistent wailer, after it's done, I can say you hacked it
Do you have sheets you read off? I'm laughin'
'Fraid that's a lie, always played bad, that faux-trumpet

Bugler, bugler honks ev'ry mornin'
I'm gonna make you eat some dirt (geez, geez, geez)
Bugler, bugler honks ev'ry mornin'
It's like a dyin' animal, as a noise, it ain't natural
Bugler, bugler honks ev'ry mornin' (geez, geez, geez, geez)
I'm gonna make you eat some dirt (geez, geez)
Bugler, bugler honks ev'ry mornin'
Don't really have the aptitude to play well, man, so stop that shit, won't you?
Bugler, bugler (yes)

Bugles conjure war
I think of all those films, got a lotta
Scenes with a player, last poster
Sad, of course, not blastin' the scenes that exist
I'm only mad at you, my brain doesn't want that, dude, it's shit (bugler, bugler)
Wake up to thoughts of bullet slugs
I come out a little moody and I wanna punch this jerk
What is the merit? Can't see why you'd cherish the work
Takes to rise before the dawn, it hurts (bugler, bugler honks ev'ry mornin')
"Piss off, crickets" is what I bet you're thinkin'
Signal the dawn with renditions of "Zero" (bugler, bugler honks ev'ry mornin')
That's plain evil, one Chris Brown song that's equal
To somethin' good, screeched like a needle
On some LP in a right shite scene, dude (bugler, bugler)
The more you squawk, the more you irkin' us
The more you gon' need memorial services
That one asshole in the 'burbs, it's like
We don't like your off-key blurts, you suck

Bugler, bugler honks ev'ry mornin' (man, I've never loved the first light, uh)
I'm gonna make you eat some dirt (I'm always squintin' cause it's way too bright, uh)
Bugler, bugler honks ev'ry mornin' (that's even if I duct-taped all my blinds, uh)
Sounds like a tangent? Well, you may be right, uh (oh, buddy)
Bugler, bugler honks ev'ry mornin' (man, I could ignore the first light, uh)
I'm gonna make you eat some dirt (without your tunes at, at worst, five, uh)
Bugler, bugler honks ev'ry mornin' (I don't like to waste alarms, right) (I'm above "furious", don't stall)
I set it, then you force my rise (you anus)
Meet your new friend: the dirt (bugler, bugler)

Not just me who's sick of your lull killer, we're not sinners
Tempted to find us a nice fissure
Throw you to the bottom, but we won't linger
Know you'll be performin' a real bad "Thriller", so (bugler, bugler)
Please don't play, you just sound plastered
The sounds from your ass? Preferrin' that
You never practice, your blurts just hurt
Incensed, enraged, that's all of us, what a mob (bugler, bugler honks ev'ry mornin')
"Just forgive him, a measly sin
Who cares if he toots? Please let him live" (bugler, bugler honks ev'ry mornin')
Haven't heard him wreck the dawn with the Top 40 hits
It's heinous how he honks ev'ry mornin', he'll get his

No, I don't live next to a complete jackwagon. Hopefully that doesn't meant that I'm the jackwagon.

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