Mardi Gras came and went,
all my money has been spent.
How 'm I gonna pay the rent
sitting on your face?
Who mistook the steak for chicken?
Who'm I gonna stick my dick in?
We're not those kids,
sitting on the couch.
my former life i was a high roller,
I walked my kids in a diamond stroller,
found my calling as a part time bowler
traded my wife in for a new green roller.
Who mistook these baths for showers?
Who fucked up that leaning tower?
We're not those kids,
sitting on the couch.
Oh, get on a greyhound and ride away,
live on birthday cake each day
tell your grandparents that they're gay,
steal their money- and run away.
Me and my friends are so smart:
we invented this new kind art
post modernist throwing darts
smoking crack and cutting crack.
Who mistook this crap for genius?
Who is gonna stroke my penis?
We're not those kids,
sitting on the couch,
Oh people are shiny like a brand new book
but if you take a closer look
there's shit on every hand you shook
You don't believe me?
Look at your hand!
Who made all these things for killing?
Whose pussy hole needs filling?
We're not those kids,
sitting on the couch.
Who mistook the steak for chicken?
Who'm I gonna stick my dick in?
We're not those kids,
sitting on the couch.
For any moldy Peaches fans, I just put down Adam Green's part. Mostly because it's the best part, but also because I want in his pants. end.
all my money has been spent.
How 'm I gonna pay the rent
sitting on your face?
Who mistook the steak for chicken?
Who'm I gonna stick my dick in?
We're not those kids,
sitting on the couch.
my former life i was a high roller,
I walked my kids in a diamond stroller,
found my calling as a part time bowler
traded my wife in for a new green roller.
Who mistook these baths for showers?
Who fucked up that leaning tower?
We're not those kids,
sitting on the couch.
Oh, get on a greyhound and ride away,
live on birthday cake each day
tell your grandparents that they're gay,
steal their money- and run away.
Me and my friends are so smart:
we invented this new kind art
post modernist throwing darts
smoking crack and cutting crack.
Who mistook this crap for genius?
Who is gonna stroke my penis?
We're not those kids,
sitting on the couch,
Oh people are shiny like a brand new book
but if you take a closer look
there's shit on every hand you shook
You don't believe me?
Look at your hand!
Who made all these things for killing?
Whose pussy hole needs filling?
We're not those kids,
sitting on the couch.
Who mistook the steak for chicken?
Who'm I gonna stick my dick in?
We're not those kids,
sitting on the couch.
For any moldy Peaches fans, I just put down Adam Green's part. Mostly because it's the best part, but also because I want in his pants. end.
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Hey cutie: I've got a silly contest running on my blog that I think you'd be particularly good at, check it out and leave a post, if you'd like.
What a sexy poet, use some of that talent on my blog, lol!