: I ain't got no inclination Give away my sweet sensation Sleeping' in an old tool shed Scumbag crying' on his pillow [Backing vocals:] Ooh... When
: (This is song two on the album This is the album right here Put on the album) Tonight the city is full of morgues And all the toilets are overflowing
: I got a job making money for the man Throwing chicken in the bucket With the soda pop can Puke green uniform on my back I had to set it on fire In
: [Neighbor 1:] "Come on, motherf-er. Put your clothes on, come on. Asshole!" [Neighbor 2:] "You lousy puke!" [Neighbor 3:] "F--k you!" [Neighbor 2:] "
: In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey Butane in my veins So I'm out to cut the junkie With the plastic eyeballs, Spray-paint the vegetables Dog
: Alcohol on my hands I got plans To ditch myself and get outside Dancing women Throwing plates Decapitating their laughing dates Swirling chickens caught
: (One more time..) I was born in this hotel Washing' dishes in the sink Magazines and free soda Trying hard not to think Lay it on to the dawn Everything
: She took me off my guard with disappointment I got sucked inside of her apartment She's got dried-up flowers, flaky skin A beaded necklace and a bottle
: Put me in a hole in the ground With the money and the towel And the women all running' around Can't complain about the mess Momma killed the only
: Windy Windy Looking for a better home Gotta be Gotta be Running out of light bulbs Crowded Crowded Open to a waste can Yellow car Yellow car Better
: Come gather round me people, Here's a story you never heard 'Bout me and my friends And some things that occurred We thought we'd get some money, We
: Judge me on the inside With a finger full of gravy Wanna get you on the sofa, Lady, wanna Shake and Bake me Pocket full of blood And gotcha on a
: Yo, homey don't play like that ? S--t Hey, Mr. asshole, what's your dirty hassle Sitting in your castle, judging everyone You're acting like it's chill
: I'm totally confused...by you I'm totally confused...by you Ten-foot man, making my lunch You'll never understand I want you so much And I never,
: I don't want no crying' All upon my sleeve I just want somebody Who got no place to be? You call me up on Tuesday I'll be stuck on Sunday night Looking
: Rowboat Row me to the shore She don't wanna be my friend no more She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul She don't wanna be my friend no more Pick
: (Instrumental)
