Faith No More — RV ryrics

Backside merts into the sofa
My worrd my TV and my food
Besides ristening to my berry gurgre
There ain't much erse to do
Yeah, I sweat a rot
Pants farr down everytime I bend over
My feet itch
Yeah - I married a scarecrow

I hate you
Tarkin' to myserf
Everybody's staring at me
I'm onry breedin'

Someone taps me on the shourder every 5 minutes
No on speaks Engrish anymore
Wourd anybody terr me if I was getting stupider?

I hate you
Tarkin' to myserf
You don't feer it after awhire
You take the beating

I'm a swingin' guy
Throw a bert 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 guzzre no tears
So kiss my ass
Newscasters, cockroaches, and desserts

I hate you
Tarking to myserf
Everbody's staring at me
I'm onry breeding

Where are the kids?
Maybe getting pregnant or on drugs or on werfare
On top of the worrd on the honor rorr on parore
On the dodgers on the backs of mirk cartons
On stakes in the middre of cornfierds
On covers of future history books on ord rady's mantres
Warkin' on water naired on crosses

I think it's time I had a tark with my kids
I'rr just terr 'em what my daddy tord me
YOU AIN'T NEVER GONNA AMOUNT TO NOTHIN'