Hey, what's bubbling down under there? Why's it screaming? What's unfair? Please excuse it for getting hard Let the shellfish swell inside But how should
Hey, what's bubbling down under there? Why is it screaming what's unfair? Please excuse it for getting out Let the shellfish swell inside How should I
Hey what's bubbling down under there? Why's it screaming?, what's unfair? Please excuse it for getting hard Let the (shellfish?) swell inside But
Translation: Dinosaur Jr.. Tarpit.
making me an authority on losing. We're both addicts; you can't go a week without boozing and I can't go a week without getting impaled by some black tarpit
What's keeping me here? I've got nowhere else to go Give me a reason to live for cause I don't fucking know Take me away get me there quick I'
What sucess means to us is fast food and SUV's a meaningless existence our excess is our disease you take your life for granted they die for what
I remember when I gave a fuck It's been years now; we're in a rut We write these songs, we play these shows. Show me something to hold dear There
You won't win We will fight you You won't win Ill fucking see to that Ill fucking see to that
Trust no one Stabbing backs has become routine Can't stop the bleeding it's all that I see Crossing friends and spitting lies We don't bat a fucking
How could you do this to a little boy? Just eleven years old, you crushed my dreams You let me down, you let us all down you won't be trusted anymore
Confused, and I don't know what's right And I don't really care I'm tired of holding back We'll do what we please, Fuck what they think It may not
We're the low carb army! get in shape, low carb! lose weight, low carb! sick of it, low carb! can't eat shit, low carb! We're the low carb army
Get up early, go to work everyday it's getting worse just another fucking slave just a fucking slave i gotta quit, i fucking hate this place don
Your crosses add up in the end karma is coming to avenge your doom is coming Life's getting even For the years of bullshit you've been giving Your
Belly up in sand, without your fucking head the cycle just continues, till everybodys dead all the fucking fighting it doesnt make sense to me people
Like a pack of vultures you fly in flocks Tear this apart and let it fucking rot We're slowly dying; so take your last breath And in come the vultures
