The Moldy Peaches – Steak For Chicken lyrics

[Kimya:] Mardi Gras came and went All my money has been spent How am I gonna pay the rent Sitting on my ass Who mistook the steak for chicken? Who am I gonna stick my dick in We're not those kids, Sitting on the couch My former life I had a sister I abused her and I dissed her She got swept up in a twister First I laughed and then I missed her Who mistook these baths for showers? Who fucked up that Leaning Tower? We're not those kids, Sitting on the couch Oh get on a Greyhound and ride away Different dreams than yesterday Tell your grandmas they're okay Kiss their cheek and run away 'cause me and my friends are so smart We invented this new kind of darts Hit a bull's-eye and cut a fart Smoking crack and cutting crack. Who missed that thing on the ceiling? Who is gonna hurt my feelings? We're not those kids, Sitting on the couch Even your mother is a crook But if I get a closer look There's shit on every road you took If you don't believe me, read your book. Somebody's making a killing Whose empty heart needs filling? We're not those kids, Sitting on the couch. [Adam:] Mardi Gras came and went All my money has been spent How am I gonna pay the rent Sitting on your face Who mistook the steak for chicken? Who am I gonna stick my dick in We're not those kids, Sitting on the couch My former life I was a high roller Dropped my kids in the diamond stroller Found my calling as a part time bowler Treated my wife for a new three-holer Who mistook these baths for showers? Who fucked up that Leaning Tower? We're not those kids, Sitting on the couch Oh get on a Greyhound and ride away Live on birthday cake each day Tell your grandparents that they're gay Steal their money and run away 'cause me and my friends are so smart We invented this new kind of art Post modernist, throwing darts Smoking crack and cutting crack Who mistook this crap for genius? Who is gonna stroke my penis? We're not those kids, Sitting on the couch Oh people are shiny like a brand new book But if you get a closer look There's shit on every hand you shook If you don't believe me, look at your hand So who made all these things for killing? Whose pussy hole needs filling? We're not those kids, Sitting on the couch [Adam] Who am I going to stick my dick in? [Kimya] Who mistook the steak for chicken? [Together] We're not those kids Sitting on the couch Sitting on the couch Sitting on the couch Sitting on the couch Explain Request ×

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