Why I ain't your buddy Why I ain't your buddy Why I ain't your buddy Why I ain't your buddy Why I ain't your buddy Why I ain't your buddy Why I ain't
I remember a time way back in late December When I noticed all I wanted was you. It's been far too long now baby I'm serving time thinkin' bout the things
Let me tell ya a story that's a little bit gory About a woman and her cheating man She believed in the Glory of Love And the cheating she just would not
She knew about politics And she knew about math She was more than he deserved And now she's trash She could discuss philosophy Or Russian liturature That
Come see the gentle man with the jackass on his back Parade him through the streets and then send him back He's the man of the estate, He's the man of
I don't wanna stay here, I don't wanna stay I'd rather be on the road with my band, makin' our way Well it's been seven days and six shows Before we got
It took me a little while to get used to my job at the city morgue Pushin' bodies to the funeral pyre, I was getting paid well but I wanted more One day
Let the people talk I can hear em talkin talkin They want me to run away I'm proudly walkin walkin Try to play keep away Smear the queer but i'll be the
It's actually a sexual thing See, I'm just not attracted to you I don't want to have to bring this up I am getting sick of all your crap I don't love
There's a kid in my mind who says "Now have a good time" And the man in my soul makes me behave. So tell me which do I pick if I'm gonna get a kick, If
I belong to you forever, I'll never let you go I belong to you forever, ooh I love you so I wish I could be just like the other boys And take you out
Under Islamic law You'd have your head and hands cut off You'd better be turning tail Cause I can see right through your veil Your tangled web is just
Well yesterday I thought that we could be together forever but today I know that it's gonna be stormy weather Told me to pack up my bags and get the hell
Soggy steps on the floor Leading from the torcher of the bedroom Soggy treats in the mirror Under puffy eyes, Kleenex on the dresser Roses taped to your
There used to be a girl with hair lie cherry cola She went another way There used to be a crush on an ex ballerina Seems like the other day There used
(stage banter: Uh.. like for example, if people who don't want to dance can like, take their lazy asses back, and people who want to dance can take their
My teen needs a makeover. What will the neighbors think? She just can't get off on it, Dresses so gothik. Justice must not be blind. Blindfolded and crosseyed
He met her in a bar, she liked his fancy car He looked into her jugs and knew right then he wanted her Took her to the railroad tracks and from there
