Think that I'm a loser. 'Cause now my pants are too low. Think that I'm a slob. 'Cause I got holes in my shoes. Think my cock is like. Just like my dirty shirt.
Got your jourdache jeans. Got your pretty long hair. Dinner and a movie powder your nose. Take their honey for lay. Just like pay. You're just a human being on this planet.
I like food, food tastes good!. I like food, food tastes good!. Juicy burgers, greasy fries. Turkey legs and raw fish eyes. Teenage girls, with ketchup too!.
Sick all the time, I miss my wife - I quit. Got better things to do with my life - I quit. I quit - I quit. . Go ahead and say it, tell me I'm getting old.
Hurtin' Crue. Hurtin' Crue. Hurtin' Crue. Good future. Get a life. Get a job. Get a clue. . Thought it would be so much fun. Just played another solo run.
(Lyrics and Music by T. Lombardo). I don't want to grow up. I don't want to grow up. If growing up means being like you. Then I don't want to be like you.
Hey hey, what do you say?. About our state of affairs. Hey hey, what do you say?. Are you ready to go?. Go! go! go! go!. If you think that everything's ok then go on home and lock your brain away.
Why can't you see you torture me? you're already thinking 'bout. Someone else,. When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone, but I know.
The words she writes will change the world. She's much smarter than me. Inside she writes a side of herself. She won't let me see. Such a hateful little girl.
Here With Me. Wet sand on a foggy beach, the sky is gray. . You would call it a perfect day. And naturally I'd have to agree. If you were here with me.
* I know a place, up in the air. It's not very far, I've been there before. I know a place, cool and warm. Cool in my blood, and warm in my heart. . ** So come on down and walk with me, and tell me I'm your man.
Money, it'll feed my tummy. But it, will never feed my soul. Where my soul should me. There's a hole in me. I can't live from 9 to 5. That's not enough to keep me alive.
I can't believe what you just said. . You'd sell your soul for a dollar bill. . I can see the signs in your eyes. The signs that make an honest man lie.
When I get the time. I'd like to sit down. Just a couple few. and write a little rhyme for you. What you mean to me. I'd tell you. . Yeah!. . I'd love to sit down and write a little rhyme for you.
It takes a long time to get what you want. No matter how hard you try , it just won't come. But you keep on tryin', and you don't give up. and it's really silly, and it's all in vain.
Got up this morning to make some coffee. Everything sucks today. Prayed someone hired a hitman to off me. Everything sucks today. Got up on the wrong side of life this morning.
(Lyrics and Music by T. Lombardo). All I want is some Good Clean Fun. All I want is some Good Clean Fun. You can freak out, you can shoot up. You can fall down, you can self-destruct.
Eunuch boy, eunuch boy. Thought a lawnmover was another toy. Don't laugh at him cause he can't piss straight. He can't even masturbate. Got no gonads, only two sockets.
got up this morning to make some coffee. everything sucks today. prayed someone hired a hitman to off me. everything sucks today. got up on the wrong side of life this morning.
Flatulation punctuates the still night air. And I thank god you're here. . I queefed - Enjoy. Make the most of my butt-toast. Enjoy my good friends - Enjoy.