Testo di Hard

Mamma's in the tub, rub-a-dub, dub thinkin' about twistin' one up everybody here is down with the bug everybody here is frustrated so you, don't have to be so hard bottoms up dixie cup baby you're the one I tried to love up all by myself you can spit in my face I'll probably save you a place up high on the shelf but you don't have to be so hard now you shine around my door with nothing new to say if you had the best intentions you wouldn't leave things where they lay old enough to see, what makes your rockets fly and how to make myself cry, to live better old enough to see the beauty of one tree growin' up to face the weather so you don't have to be so hard on us, we're hard enough on ourselves