Jesus H. Christ And The Four Hornsmen Of The Apocalypse Connecticut's For Fucking Lyrics

We live in the dullest state
Package stores all close at eight
Malls are full of optometrists
And restaurants we hate
Swimming across Lake Quassapaug
Stealing makeup, catching frogs
Cutting our feet on broken bottles
As we wade in the Shepaug
It's true for humans, cows and dogs?

Connecticut's for f___ing
That's all there is to do
I love to listen to classic rock
and have s__ with you

Doing hole shots at the mall
Writing Ozzy on a wall
Watch the corn get tall
There's nothing else to do at all

Goin' where we always go
Doin' what we always do
Waitin' to turn into the people
We are bound to turn into
What else do other people do?

Connecticut's for f___ing
It's the Nutmeg state
If we can't afford to buy antiques
then we just copulate

Connecticut's for f___ing
And Massachusetts too
I want to climb up the sleepy giant
and have s__ with you

Up in Fairfield
In Old Lyme
We're just f___ing all the time
Down in Derby
Out in Kent
We're all busy getting bent
In the Constitution State

Connecticut's for f___ing
While we're waiting to
Turn into the people
everyone here turns into

Connecticut's for f___ing
There's nothing else to do
I wanna listen to classic rock and have s__ with you

We all love to f___ in Connecticut
We're all getting f___ed in Connecticut
Let's f___!

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