Light me like a cigarette And watch me burn away I'm rivaled by a single thread My own worst enemy Now I'm in love with anyone Anyone in love with me I bite the hand that drops the bomb Then blame it all on Joey
Smile on my face Slithering like a snake Like Mom would always say "You can't trust the TV" Garbage on my plate Spitting up all my shame Everything is great And then you die
My problem's everybody's problem I think I'm the problem I've got a problem with that I got blue ones Blame it all on you ones 1992 ones I guess you give what you get Ah, yeah
Wash it down with cinnamon And I'll tell you what I think Mm, I took my vitamins But I still feel obsolete I sh-should've been famous About an hour or two ago But I die when I get recognized And cry a little when I don't
Smile on my face Slithering like a snake Yeah, Mom would always say "You can't trust the TV" Garbage on my plate Spitting up all my shame I call it how it breaks My oh my
Oh, my problem's everybody's problem I think I'm the problem I've got a problem with that I got blue ones Blame it all on you ones 1992 ones I guess you give what you get Ah, yeah
Let me sing it loud Let me break it down Let me build it up Then I'll cut it out
Ah, is this getting easier Or am I just getting older? My eyes are just getting sleepier I'm just getting sober I feel a little sleazier I do it for the culture I'm not a cover for a creature Baby, I'm a vulture
Woo-ooh, ah-ooh Woo-ooh, ah-ooh Woo-ooh, ah-ooh Woo-ooh, ah-oohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
