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 by Faith No More
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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