RV

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'