Douchebag Blues Lyrics - Manhattan Rob Walsh

My prospects are all out of minutes 

My glory has faded away 

I get up on that old treadmill 

Day after day after day 

The boss he don't like my performance 

Old lady says that too 

But she spends all the money on scratch-offs 

And she likes the way that feels too 

But its OK 

I'm a Douchebag 

You can blame it on me 

My woman is sweet perfection 

What she wants is the way it will be 

She keeps huggin' and kissin, and grindin' and dissin' 

And speaking my mind to me 

And 'iffin I want to take my peace 

And give all the talking a rest 

She shoots out her tires, blame it on me 

'Cause she knows her lawyer's the best 

But its OK 

Ninety days 

Ain't nothin' to me 

My children, they are all a blessing 

And I know nothing more could be true 

And I'm prayin' The Good Lord keeps them safe 

In spite of the things they do 

Sometimes I'm not understanding 

What we do to them kids these days 

I hope they can find something better to do 

Than blowing each other away 

But its OK 

I'm a Douchebag 

You can blame it on me 

Just like me . . .