SINGER: Faith No More

SONG:Rv

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
pants fall down every time i bend over
and my feet itch
yeah - i married a scarecrow
i hate you
talkin' to myself
everybody's starin' at me
i'm only bleedin'
someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes
nobody speaks english anymore
would anyone tell me if i was gettin' 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
talkin' to myself
everybody's starin' at me
i'm only bleedin'
where are the kids?
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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'