Trailer dad wait
Jumped in the snow
I get my head shaved 'cause of the light
My collared shirts have bottoms tucked inside
By brother won't talk, he bites on his fist
He likes to look at the chips
Of the centre of the bun
All my life
I've been eating shit
Look at me
I'm a real punk kid
Follow the girls along the road
They look to see
I think I am in a dream
I run in the woods, I run the woods
Hiding in the ground
The road through the trees
Jackson and state road grow so big
There's no services
Just a fruit tree where he'd sit
And that story about me and the cow
Well, it's not true
But they repeat it anyhow
All my life
I've been eating shit
Well look at me
I'm a real punk kid
All my life
I've been eating shit
Well look at me
I'm a real punk kid
ALLS I CAN SAY IS... I RELATE... SOMEHOW... I RELATE VERY DEEPLY...
2 comments:
I would hate to live underneath this apartment. I imagine they play their music late into the evening. The keyboard player has horrible hair. If I had to eat shit my whole life I would not want to keep living. The only pleasure left in life is eating. Well, eating and sleeping.
But... by your own admission you do neither.
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