Testo di Giftshoppe

Cleaning up the mobile home All of this has got to go Markers stain the cardboard signs Littering the two-lane road I contribute it to this Giftshoppe fodder Monster myth When the feeling leaves my arms I'll forget but not forgive Never let your drunken heads Rest on obscene old man beds You perverted aging thug What age did your mind get soft? Why are your teeth just like mine? And you ain't fat but my hand goes up