Foolish thing to ponder, a more foolish thing to do I'm pretty fuckin' glad that I'm not you I know she was expecting, ah, we'd get married anyway A house, nice cars, ten credit cards, she's never worked a day
He slaves his fucking ass off to support his rotund wife He's lost his own identity for the remainder of his life His fourteen-year old daughter has her third kid on the way Collect some life insurance is a message I convey
Kids are screaming wife is nagging Dog is barking He had to burn it down
Strike the match Dead bolt that latch Gone in a flash Burn it down
He's like a soulless being, like a hamster on a wheel As soon as you tied that knot that cage was made of steel I'll enroll myself in Weight-Watchers or, maybe, join a gym What about that thousand-dollar treadmill that you bought on a whim?
He slaves his fucking ass off to support his rotund wife He's lost his own identity for the remainder of his life His fourteen-year old daughter has her third kid on the way Collect some life insurance is a message I convey
The kids are screaming The wife is nagging The dog is barking He had to burn it down
Strike the match Dead bolt that latch Gone in a flash Burn it down
The kids are screaming The wife is nagging The dog is barking He had to burn it down
Strike the match Then pull that latch Gone in a flash Burn it down
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