Look at you, you disgust me sitting there, staring at me giving me no more respect than the images on your TV
and I have a wish for you, oh I have wish for you may all your mornings be bright may all your wool stockings fit a little too tight may alarms that sound on the cars around town they all must never be found
your palette is dry and your tongue is green that's me in your head telling you to stay off my scene your drunk and I suppose it's your excuse but really, you know, I’m not the anchor of the 10 o' clock news
a toast to you mine appropriate friends Godspeed to the bathroom tiles your unbridle ignorance truly offends it's a drinking song in the grande styleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
