Lyric RV

Backside melts into a 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
Talking to myself
Everibody s starin at me
I m only bleedin
Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes
Nobody speaks English anymore
Would anybody tell me I was gettin 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, coakroaches, and desserts
I hate you
Talkin to myself
Everibody s starin at me
I m only bleedin
Where are the kids?
maybepregnantorondrugs
oronwelfareontopoftheworld
donthehonorrolonparoleontheDodgers
onthebackofmilkcartonsonstakes
inthemiddleofcornfields
oncoversoffuturehistorybooks
onoldlady smantleswalkin onwaternailedoncrosses
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 NOTHIN