Cyanide Happiness, 29 Speed Racist

Go back to Africa Call an ambulance Oh dear Karma I m on fire Oh I m slowly melting away I m engulfed in searing hot regret How inconvenient I m ok from the crash, but the fire Sweet Sassy Molassy Maybe if I trigger the ejection seet ohhh My bones My skin is seared black Oh God Now I see the irony of my racism, wich is an irony within itself, because my eyes are melting out of my skull I can t help but think my racist tendencies were related to the name my parents gave me I broke people s hea