Mr. Jones O PequeñA Semblanza De Una Familia Tipo Americana
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Mr. Jones A Brief Portrait Of A Typical American Family
Mr. Jones, take two
He's a jungle man
A mean motherfucker with a dick in his hand
Mr. Jones opened the door
He saw his mother just dead
And the blood from the vest was wiped away
He kept his mother in the closet
He put more fuel on the fire
The very harsh winter approached
He called his wife and told her
Mom is dead in the closet
Of course, if I murdered her
She set the table wrong
I sank an ax into his head
And the blood stained the upholstery
Oh, what a shame, baby!
And Mr. Jones worked
And his wife murdered
And the boys were running around
They ate the birds, the dogs and the kittens
And other bugs that roamed around
And the police arrived with a car and two trams
For the whole family to imprison
I don't know why, sergeant
He takes me to the detachment
Yes we are a very normal family
Yes we are a very normal family
Yes we are a very normal family
