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The Moldy Peaches
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Steak For Chicken
Lyricist:Kimya Dawson, Adam Green
Mardi Gras came and went All my money has been spent How am I gonna pay the rent? Sitting on your face, sitting on my ass Who mistook the steak for chicken? Who am I gonna stick my dick in? We're not those kids, sitting on the couch My former life, I was a high roller, my former life, I had a sister Walked around in a diamond stroller, I abused her and I dissed her Found my calling as a part-time bowler, she got swept up in a twister Traded my wife in for a new three holer, first I laughed and then I missed her Who mistook these baths for showers? Who fucked up that leaning tower? We're not those kids, sitting on the couch Oh get on a greyhound and ride away Live on birthday cake each day, different dreams than yesterday Tell your grandparents that they're gay, tell your grandma, you're okay Steal their money and run away, kiss her cheek and run away Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 'Cause me and my friends are so smart We invented this new kind of art we invented this new kind of dart
Post-Modernist Throwing Darts, hit A Bulls-eye, cut a fart Smoking crack and cutting, crack Who mistook this crap for genius? Who is dancing on the ceiling? Who is gonna stroke my penis? Who is gonna hurt my feelings? We're not those kids, sitting on the couch Oh people are shiny like a brand new book, even your mother is a crook But if you get a closer look, but if I get a closer look There's shit on every hand you shook, there's shit on every road you took If you don't believe me, look at your hand, if you don't believe me, read the book Who made all these things for killing? Somebody's making a killing Who's pussy hole needs filling? Who's empty heart needs filling? We're not those kids, sitting on the couch Who mistook the steak for chicken? Who am I gonna stick my dick in? We're not those kids, sitting on the couch
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