The Darkest Of The Hillside Thickets - My Tank lyrics

"What was the CIA agent doing in the reservoir?" "Bobbing up and down, of course. He was dead." My tank My tank is big My tank Has the hugest treads For crushing heads My tank My tank is fight My tank Has armor plate To save me from hate My tank My tank is for d**h My tank Has a great big gun That fires bullets that weigh a ton My tank Has a great big gun My tank Has armor plate My tank Has the hugest treads I am me I am my tank