Sometimes I think of all the places where I don't

Wanna go

Then I think of all the things that I don't wanna do

And when I think of all the people that I don't wanna

Meet

I close my eyes and go to sleep


Tully, baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars

I'm the prince of poverty hangin' out in bars

Your life's a mercedes, a mansion with a pool

My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel


Your obviousness disgusts me I see thru your macho

Lies

I'll fight everything you stand for

There's something in your purse baby, my head is

Getting sore

Maybe what we had was just green corn

• Brain Constipation
• Cheese
• El Lay
• Food, Sex, & Ewe
• Gonoherpasyphlilaids
• Green Corn
• I Don't Want You Around
• Just The Flu
• New Boobs
• Nowhere
• Shower Days
• The Malachi Crunch
• The Moron Brothers
• Together on The Sand
• Where's My Slice?