Rv
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?
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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
song performed by Faith No More
Added by Lucian Velea
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