Backside melts
into the sofa
My world
my TV and
my food
Besides listening
to my belly gurgle
Ain't much
else to do
Yeah
I sweat a lot
Nope
yeah
shit uh
Pants fall down
every time I bend over
My feet itch
Yeah I married
a scarecrow
I hate you
Talking to myself
Everybody's
staring at me
I'm only bleeding
Someone taps me
on the shoulder
every five minutes
No one speaks
English anymore
Would anybody tell me
if I was getting
stupider
I hate you
Talking 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 and
cockroaches
and desserts
I hate you
Talking to myself
Everybody's
staring at me
I'm only bleeding
yeah
Where are the kids
I don't know
Maybe getting pregnant
or on drugs
or on welfare
On top of the world
honor roll
parole and re-runs
dodgers
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'