Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Follow your nose
It always knows
The flavor of death
Wherever it goesTerror in the supermarket, shoppers are in horror
Shredded boxes in the aisles, corpses on the floor
Those who ran this joy is mine, now they're goin' to pay
Super gory slaughter now the order of the dayToucan, son of Sam
Toucan, son of Sam
Toucan, son of Sam{Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids}Follow your nose
It always knows
The flavor of death
Wherever it goesOrphaned at the age of five, parental guidance missed
Rice crispies wouldn't talk to him and he got really pissed
The remittal chemicals have driven him insane
Now we know the callin' like it's ringin' 'round his brainToucan, son of Sam
Toucan, son of Sam
Toucan, son of SamSnap, crackle, popToucan, son of Sam
Toucan, son of Sam
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