J. Mohn got stoned and then he wrote some poems
For a book he published that nobody read
And the songs he put out, folks didn’t care about
So he wished that they would all drop dead

But inside his rotting brain, he would dream of causing pain
And taking down the federal government
And his parents, ‘cause they asked him to pay rent

There’s a hole in Daddy’s neck where his food used to go
Now his head’s on Justin’s YouTube video
Little butchers get big knives, which they use to ruin lives
Boy blue, he was thirty-two, but never seemed to grow
Mmm hmm hmm hmm

J. Mohn’s happy home didn’t last too long
He went to work, got fired, you can guess why
And Justin turned to suing, ‘cause he thought what they were doing
Was discrimination ‘cause he was a pale-faced guy

And he sued the Feds as well, ‘cause he said they caused him hell
When they loaned him cash for college, where he’d gone
But a diploma’s not worth what it’s printed on

There’s a hole in Daddy’s neck where his breath used to go
Now his head’s on Justin’s YouTube video
Little butchers get big knives, which they use to ruin lives
Boy blue, he was thirty-two, but never seemed to grow
Mmm hmm hmm hmm

J. Mohn was alone when his video was done
Took the car and then he up and fled
Well, the cops they found him soon, he was talking like a loon
Claiming that an army followed what he said
Well his rage made him go mad and it’s why he killed his Dad
To trade the suburb life that he once knew so well
For a padded room, a shock chair, or a prison cell

There’s a hole in Daddy’s neck where his food used to go
Now his head’s on Justin’s YouTube video
Little butchers get big knives, and that’s when they snuff out lives
Boy blue, he was thirty-two, but never seemed to grow
Mmm hmm hmm hmm