I Hope you Die

I hope you flip some guy the bird,
He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve
In front of the Beatles tour bus,
bookmobile and a Mack truck
Hauling hazardous biological waste,
The light turns red, you have no brakes,
And hard copy gets it all on tape,
So you can see the look on your face.

I hope your Pinto begins to spin,
Takes out a disabled Vietnam veteran,
Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize winner,
And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner,
Perhaps even the British Royal Family,
And the rabbi that's clutching the bottle-fed puppy,
And we can't forget the newlyweds,
And those Jerrys' kids are as good as dead.

I hope this helps to emphasize,
I hope this helps to clarify -
I hope you die.

I hope your cellmate thinks he's god,
But CNN refer to him as Bowling Ball Bag Bob
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse,
Only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horse.
While he [bad word] to photos of livestock
He does the Silence of the Lambs dance to Christian rock,
Eats [bad word] and quotes from Deliverance
And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince.

I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson
And forces you to play a game called 'Balls on Chin',
And whatever happens next is all a blur,
But you remember fist can be a verb.
And when you finally regain consciousness
You're bound and gagged in a wedding dress,
And the prison guard looks the other way
'Cause he's the guy you flipped the bird the other day.

I hope this helps to emphasize,
I hope this helps to clarify -
I hope you die.