My diet pill is wearing off My diet pill is wearing off 'Cause we're just in the bed Sewn in the sheets with thread The twins are in the car The frying
Glade told her ma, "Home scene's lame" "I gotta go in into town, blow some steam at the rock show" Sneak through the back door and head for the pit And
Come on over It's getting late It's time to fish No time to cut bait Ghoulish passion you inspire With your kind of trouble I'll never tire Monster (
I've just had enough I'm drowning from too much stuff I get scared when the telephone rings Someone talking about one more thing One more thing Yeah,
I met a skinhead named Scrap He lived in my friend?s garage Everyday he?s shaking that spray paint can And comes out seeing stars Grab a paper bag like
were glisten, Rollin' cones all day, runnin' round in the pound, Bobby's bud's are where I stay and I'm the Size Of An Ant, Where Are We? Lost in a
the buds they were glisten, Rollin' cones all day, runnin' round underground, Bobby's bud's are where I stay and I'm the Size of an Ant, Where Are We
