Oh so fortunate you
And so pitiful me
I sent you letter bombs
And you sent 'em back to me
What I thought was a hen
Turned out to be chicken
You're fucking movie stars?
Well I'm fucking congressmen
I feeling mostly sick
I'm sleeping mostly days
I underpay my tricks
Just to over compensate
My nose it starts to run
My ears they start to bleed
To you my sweet girlfriend
The beginning is the end
Featured lyrics
