Lyric Green Corn

Sometimes I think of all the places where I don t
wanna go
Then I think of all the things that I don t wanna do
And when I think of all the people that I don t wanna
meet
I close my eyes and go to sleep

Tully, baby, you re trapped behind your golden bars
I m the prince of poverty hangin out in bars
Your life s a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool
My life s on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel

Your obviousness disgusts me I see thru your macho
lies
I ll fight everything you stand for
There s something in your purse baby, my head is
getting sore
Maybe what we had was just green corn