Testo di I'm At Least Eight Things

I'm your plastic Jesus I'm your unpaid loan I'm your bed sores I'm your home away from home I'm your tooth decay I am small yet I am grown I'm your nagging lover I'm a piece of shit Good God twas a badass time Stop - take the El to another plane Should God makes a badass rhyme Stop - didn't want to have to make a change Brie cheese and a runny nose Stop - dead kid gonna take the blame Lock lips on a dead end set Stop - glued straight I'm a cracked up frame We roll up our pavement sleeves Black eyes and broken teeth Stop - satellite dish in my brain Drop kick at the wallet ball Stop - no more gonna be the same The biggest bully at the bus Stop - gonna make you feel his pain Lock lips on a dead end set Stop - glued straight I'm a cracked machine We roll up our pavement sleeves I made my bed and then I left home for the race Got tangled in her tongue and watched celebrities We shot up bleach that night and swam into the sea With holes so tight we pushed with might And then she said to me