Backside melts into a sofaMy world, my TV, and my foodBesides listening to my belly gurgleAint much else to doYeah, I sweat a lotPants fall down every time I bend overAnd my feet itchYeah-I married a scarecrowI hate youTalking to myselfEveribodys starin at meIm only bleedinSomeone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutesNobody speaks English anymoreWould anybody tell me I was gettin stupider?I hate youTalking to myselfYou dont feel it after awhileYou take the beatingIm a swingin guyThrow a belt over the shower curtain rodAnd swing - - -Toss me inside a HeftyAnd put me in the groundA drink needs meI dontI aint about to guzzle no tearsso kiss my assnewscasters, coakroaches, and dessertsI hate youTalkin to myselfEveribodys starin at meIm only bleedinWhere are the kids?maybepregnantorondrugsoronwelfareontopoftheworlddonthehonorrolonparoleontheDodgersonthebackofmilkcartonsonstakesinthemiddleofcornfieldsoncoversoffuturehistorybooksonoldladysmantleswalkinonwaternailedoncrossesI think its time I had a talk with my kidsIll just tell em what my daddy told meYOU AINT NEVER GONNA AMOUNT NOTHIN
