[Neighbor 1:] "Come on, motherf-er. Put your clothes on, come on. Asshole!" [Neighbor 2:] "You lousy puke!" [Neighbor 3:] "F--k you!" [Neighbor 2:] "
I ain't got no inclination Give away my sweet sensation Sleeping' in an old tool shed Scumbag crying' on his pillow [Backing vocals:] Ooh... When
Judge me on the inside With a finger full of gravy Wanna get you on the sofa, Lady, wanna Shake and Bake me Pocket full of blood And gotcha on a mound
Put me in a hole in the ground With the money and the towel And the women all running' around Can't complain about the mess Momma killed the only dress
She took me off my guard with disappointment I got sucked inside of her apartment She's got dried-up flowers, flaky skin A beaded necklace and a bottle
(One more time..) I was born in this hotel Washing' dishes in the sink Magazines and free soda Trying hard not to think Lay it on to the dawn Everything
Yo, homey don't play like that ? S--t Hey, Mr. asshole, what's your dirty hassle Sitting in your castle, judging everyone You're acting like it's chill
Windy Windy Looking for a better home Gotta be Gotta be Running out of light bulbs Crowded Crowded Open to a waste can Yellow car Yellow car Better
I'm totally confused...by you I'm totally confused...by you Ten-foot man, making my lunch You'll never understand I want you so much And I never, never
I don't want no crying' All upon my sleeve I just want somebody Who got no place to be? You call me up on Tuesday I'll be stuck on Sunday night Looking
Alcohol on my hands I got plans To ditch myself and get outside Dancing women Throwing plates Decapitating their laughing dates Swirling chickens caught
I got a job making money for the man Throwing chicken in the bucket With the soda pop can Puke green uniform on my back I had to set it on fire In
Rowboat Row me to the shore She don't wanna be my friend no more She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul She don't wanna be my friend no more Pick me
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey Butane in my veins So I'm out to cut the junkie With the plastic eyeballs, Spray-paint the vegetables Dog food
(This is song two on the album This is the album right here Put on the album) Tonight the city is full of morgues And all the toilets are overflowing
Come gather round me people, Here's a story you never heard 'Bout me and my friends And some things that occurred We thought we'd get some money, We
(Instrumental)
Windy, windy Looking for a better home Gotta be, gotta be Running out of light bulbs Crowded, crowded Open to a waste can Yellow car, yellow car Better
