Talking about the Moron Bros', tattooed fingers,
  tattooed toes
  They're idiots, losers, they're scum
  Taking advantage of everyone
  You're a dog, they're your fleas
  Doing everything they can to spread disease
    They'll take your beer, they'll take your drugs
  Leave with you microscopic bugs
  Their company is something you won't miss
  Then your icetrays are filled with piss
  They are the Moron Brothers
  Don't get along with others
    They'll whine, they'll bitch, they'll fuck you if you're rich
  They'll leach, they'll latch, they are the itch you can't
  scratch
  Do do do do do do do do da do do...
    They'll ink your face, tape your eyelids closed
  Tabasco's in your mouth,
  there's mustard up your nose
  When your head is shaved you'll think the worst has
  passed
  Just try to move your leg
  they've put you in a cast
  They are the Moron Brothers
  Don't get along with others
    They may not go down in history
  But they'll go down on your sister