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