(l, m, p) Faith No More
(Angel Dust [Slash Records, 1992])
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Backside melts into a sofa
My world, my tv, and my food
Besides listening to my belly gurgle
Ain't 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
Talking to myself
Everibody's starin' at me
I'm only bleedin'
Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes
Nobody speaks English anymore
Would anybody tell me I was gettin' stupider?
I hate you
Talking to myself
You don't feel it after awhile
You take the beating
I'm 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 don't
I ain't about to guzzle no tears
So kiss my ass
Newscasters, coakroaches, and desserts
I hate you
Talkin' to myself
Everibody's starin' at me
I'm only bleedin'
Where are the kids?
Maybepregnantorondrugs
Oronwelfareontopoftheworld
Don'thehonorrolonparoleonthedodgers
Onthebackofmilkcartonsonstakes
Inthemiddleofcornfields
Oncoversoffuturehistorybooks
Onoldlady'smantleswalkin'onwaternailedoncrosses
I think it's time I had a talk with my kids
I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me
You ain't never gonna amount nothin'
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (l, m, p) Faith No More (Angel Dust [Slash Records, 1992]) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Backside melts into a sofa My world, my tv, and my food Besides listening to my belly gurgle Ain't 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 Talking to myself Everibody's starin' at me I'm only bleedin' Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes Nobody speaks English anymore Would anybody tell me I was gettin' stupider? I hate you Talking to myself You don't feel it after awhile You take the beating I'm 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 don't I ain't about to guzzle no tears So kiss my ass Newscasters, coakroaches, and desserts I hate you Talkin' to myself Everibody's starin' at me I'm only bleedin' Where are the kids? Maybepregnantorondrugs Oronwelfareontopoftheworld Don'thehonorrolonparoleonthedodgers Onthebackofmilkcartonsonstakes Inthemiddleofcornfields Oncoversoffuturehistorybooks Onoldlady'smantleswalkin'onwaternailedoncrosses I think it's time I had a talk with my kids I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me You ain't never gonna amount nothin' -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Explain Request ×
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