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Backside melts into a sofa My world, my tv, and my food Besides listening to my belly gurgle Ain't much else to do Yeah, i sweat a lot Pants fall down every time i bend over And my feet itch Yeah-i married a scarecrow I hate you Talking to myself Everibody's starin' at me I'm only bleedin' Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes Nobody speaks english anymore Would anybody tell me i was gettin' stupider? I hate you Talking to myself You don't feel it after awhile You take the beating I'm a swingin' guy Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod And swing - Toss me inside a hefty And put me in the ground A drink needs me I don't I ain't about to guzzle no tears So kiss my ass Newscasters, coakroaches, and desserts I hate you Talkin' to myself Everibody's starin' at me I'm only bleedin' Where are the kids? Maybepregnantorondrugs Oronwelfareontopoftheworld Donthehonorrolonparoleonthedodgers Onthebackofmilkcartonsonstakes Inthemiddleofcornfields Oncoversoffuturehistorybooks Onoldlady'smantleswalkin'onwaternailedoncrosses I think it's time i had a talk with my kids I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me You ain't never gonna amount nothin'