Alba s touto skladbou:
Angel Dust,
Backside melts into the 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
Talkin' to myself
Everybody's starin' at me
I'm only bleedin'
Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes
Nobody speaks english anymore
Would anyone tell me if i was gettin' stupider?
I hate you
Talkin' 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, cockroaches, and desserts
I hate you
Talkin' to myself
Everybody's starin' at me
I'm only bleedin'
where are the kids?
Maybe pregnant,
or on drugs,
or on welfare,
on top of the world,
the honor roll,
on parole,
on reruns,
in the Dodgers,
back of milk cartons,
on stakes in them middle of corn fields,
on covers of future history books,
on old lady's mantles,
walkin' on water,
nailed on crosses,
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 TO NOTHIN'
