Kitchenette Paroles

Yeah I want you to be my friend
Yeah I want you
Yeah I wanna be your solitary man

Try not to wake the executioner
He's sleeping with a fireman's axe
He leaves his glass eye on the pillow babe
And his dentures floating there in a glass

He makes it hard to relax
He makes it hard to relax
When i want you
When i want you to be my friend

What's this husband of yours ever given to you
Oprah Winfrey on a plasma screen
And a brood of junky buck-toothed imbeciles
The ugliest fucking kids I've ever seen

Oh baby I want you It's getting hard to relax
It's getting hard to relax

I can see that you don't really dig him
And I can see that you want it to quit
But if you want to get your hand out of the cookie jar
You're gonna have to let go of the biscuit

(Thanks to sasha ilic for these lyrics)