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Rv- Faith No More -Backside melts into the sofa My world, my tv, and my food Besides listening to my belly gurgle Aint much else to do Yeah, I sweat a lot Pants fall down every time I bend over And my feet itch Yeah - I married a scarecrow I hate you Talkin to myself Everybodys starin at me Im only bleedin Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes Nobody speaks english anymore Would anyone tell me if I was gettin stupider? I hate you Talkin to myself You dont feel it after awhile You take the beating Im a swingin guy Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod And swing - - - Toss me inside a hefty And put me in the ground A drink needs me I dont I aint about to guzzle no tears So kiss my ass Newscasters, cockroaches, and desserts I hate you Talkin to myself Everybodys starin at me Im only bleedin Where are the kids? Maybepregnantorondrugsoronwelfareontopoftheworlddont- thehonorrollonparoleonthedodgersonthebackofmilkcartons- onstakesinthemiddleofcornfieldsoncoversoffuturehistory- booksonoldladysmantleswalki Aternailedoncrosses I think its time I had a talk with my kids Ill just tell em what my daddy told me You aint never gonna amount to nothin |
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