Lipstick

(альбом: Musical Monkey - 1997)

On a Tuesday afternoon
My mom came in my room
And said get the fuck up out of bed
And get a god damned job
So I told her, hey hey fuck you mom
And I threw the phone at her head
But I missed and hit her in the snatch
So I slammed the door in her face
"Don't ever barge in my room
Or I'll kick your ass and call the cops
And tell them I'm abused
And you'll wind up in jail
While I go snowboard in vail
No one to post your bail
Cause daddy loves me more
He says that you're a..."

You're worthless, you're lazy, you're stupid
A little overweight
Now give me 20 bucks
Mommy, you're so worthless, you're lazy, you're stupid
A little overweight
Now give me 20 bucks
No make it 50 bucks

Now mom writes me letters
I write return to sender
Let her rot there in her cell
I watch the dogs mate on her bed
Sorry mommy I had to pawn
The china silver and all your jewelry
I had to eat
And rent a bunch of prostitutes like you

You're lazy, you're stupid
A little overweight
Now give me 20 bucks
Mommy, you're so worthless, you're lazy, you're stupid
A little overweight
Now give me 20 bucks
No make it 50 bucks

No make it 60 bucks
Make it 75
Why don't you just give me your whole god damn purse?
I hope you're having fun rotting in jail
Maybe I'll come visit you, nah

Enjoy your stretch in jail