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• Artiste: Faith No More
• Titre: Rv
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Backside melts into the sofa My world my TV and my food Besides listening to my belly gurgle There ain't much else to do Yeah, I sweat a lot Pants fall down everytime I bend over My feet itch Yeah - I married a scarecrow I hate you Talkin' to myself Everybody's staring at me I'm only bleedin' Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes No on speaks English anymore Would anybody tell me if I was getting stupider? I hate you Talkin' to myself You don't feel it after awhile You take the beating I'm a swingin' guy Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod And swing--- Toss me inside a hefty And put me in the ground A drink needs me I don't I ain't about to guzzle no tears So kiss my ass Newscasters, cockroaches, and desserts I hate you Talking to myself Everbody's staring at me I'm only bleeding Where are the kids? Maybe getting pregnant or on drugs or on welfare on top of the world on the honor roll on parole on the dodgers on the backs of milk cartons on stakes in the middle of cornfields on covers of future history books on old lady's mantles walkin' on water nailed on crosses I think it's time I had a talk with my kids I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me YOU AIN'T NEVER GONNA AMOUNT TO NOTHIN'