I'm a dead animal
You're used to seeing my guts
You see my lying on the street
Cnd just drive right over me
While you're putting on your makeup
I'm the next holiday
I'm your team down by six
I'm all your meals at once
C French Blonde with Sunday brunch
Mouth full talking politics
We should all do this again next week!
It's broken In pieces
But here comes another one
It's staining Your teeth
But we'll buy you whiter ones
I wish that I was more original
Or maybe I am but I won't ever know
I'd need to hear it from someone else
Because I wouldn't believe myself
I'm not a star
I'm just the next John Doe
You practice shooting your gun
You hit the bullseye every time
No one would guess from the way that you're dressed
That there's a Blaser under you're suit and tie.
But I'm so happy we can all be friends!
It's broken In pieces
But here comes another one
It's staining Your teeth
But we'll buy you whiter ones
How perfect?
So worth it
What was I worried about?
Cll week I hold shit in
But down here we piss it out
It's broken In pieces
But here comes another one
It's staining Your teeth
But we'll buy you whiter ones
Come sit there's so much you need to forget about
Don't hurry
No worries
This one is on the house