Sometimes i think of all the places where i don’t
Wanna go
Then i think of all the things that i don’t wanna do
And when i think of all the people that i don’t wanna
Meet
I close my eyes and go to sleep
Tully, baby, you’re trapped behind your golden bars
I’m the prince of poverty hangin’ out in bars
Your life’s a mercedes, a mansion with a pool
My life’s on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel
Your obviousness disgusts me i see thru your macho
Lies
I’ll fight everything you stand for
There’s something in your purse baby, my head is
Getting sore
Maybe what we had was just green corn
