Oh I got these looks That just won't quit I got at least A half of some kind of wit I got a guitar Check it out, I'm a star Hey kids, how would I look on The cover of Spin Well, well We're all gone Well, well Right on, right on, right on
Listen to my songs I guarantee you'll relate Look at me Recognize your face My daddy's rich And my mama's good lookin', yeah Hush little baby So am I Well, well We're all gone Well, well Right on, right on, right on
Well, I'm the spokesmodel Of your generation, baby I'll lose my shirt For ventilation Thanks to the kids For makin' me who I am Twenty percent of the gross Goes straight to the man Well, well We're all gone Well, well Right on, right on, right on
Well, the moon moves the ocean With its pull And the sun keeps a risin' Over the hill Bodies in motion Mixin' emotions Why oh why oh why Won't my heart be still What moves the heart What moves the heart What moves, what moves What moves the heart
Yeah, the heart keeps beatin' With the presence of mind Blood pressure rise When you walk by Gravitate to your pull I gravitate to your pull Throw the Indian over Like some kind of satellite What moves the heart What moves the heart What moves, what moves What moves the heart What moves the heart What moves the heart What moves the heart What moves
Nothin' but dust Drippin' out the pump The cows are milkin' blood God only knows what that is Rainin' down from above Today is a good day Today is a good day
The crops are all diseased Rotten fish line the dried river bed Orphan cries fill the valley Nearly every mother's dead I can't help but wonder Can't help but wonder Can't help but wonder Will you be next Today is a good day Today is a good day What's cookin' yeah Today is a good day Today is a good day What's cookin' yeah
Watchin' you in your fitful sleep There's one thing I pray Please, please God Let tomorrow be as good as today Today is a good day Today is a good day What's cookin' yeah Today is a good day Today is a good day What's cookin' yeah What's cookin' yeah What's cookin' yeah What's cookin' yeah
You're so tormented Demented Indebted To all the assholes (Just like you) Who've come and gone (Before you) predictable Just plain dull Why don't you Blow your brains out, too You're so into yer shtik
You're so hounded Ungrounded Surrounded By scum suckin' leeches Who will shovel your shit Sweep your dirt (Hoping for an...) Feed your ego They never tell you no All of you Make me sick You're so into yer shtik
And they're all into your shtik
Well, Mitchell's got a new girl She's nineteen Hollywood model Star of the screen Well, she's up here To support the scene It's all part Of his rock and roll fantasy
Stan was at the bar With bandaged hands They tried to dry him out And he got mad He cut his fist Punchin' hospital glass Made his myth Now he's trapped
Susie's just a girl Who's doin' her job That came to New York And wanted a car Workin' with the management To the stars Kissin' ass Is a part of her job
Well, it's part of her job Yeah, it's part of her job Oh she loves her job What the hell She does it so well
I'm not perfect I live a life of mistakes I'm not perfect But there's one thing I can't take You are into yer shtik You're so into yer shtik And they're so into yer shtik Fuck you all, you make me sick
Oh I can't remember The day I was born Well, I can merely see The day I die A lot of wrong went on Between the two You came along And somehow made it right
Oh I got you I got a lot to lose Yeah, I got you Got a lot, a lot to lose
Oh I came naked Into this world Oh unprepared For the whole truth Got wrapped up In a web of lies On the day I die They'll wrap me in my finest suit
Well, I got my suit And I got you Oh I got a lot to lose Got a lot, a lot to lose I'd give up anything for you
Wish I could Do what you did for me Wish I could Make it all worth while Do you need me Like I need you Will you be with me On the day I die
Oh I got you That's a lot to lose Got a lot, a lot to lose Got a lot, a lot, a lot to lose I'll give up everything for you
Daddy was a rapist For the word of God Even Baptist preachers Gotta get off Had the sisters Of the congregation Down on their knees My ma was one of these Told 'em Be fruitful, multiply Be fruitful, multiply Mama says I'm lucky That I'm here at all Daddy refused to pay What that evil doctor cost daddy was a right And righteous man Didn't want his first born son Dumped in no garbage can Save the baby Kill the doctor Save the baby Kill the doctor
I'm all for life Till the bastard's born After that He's out on his own And if he does crime Tryin' to survive I'll make damn sure He gets electrified Save the baby Kill the doctor Save the baby Kill the doctor
I kill for you Baby Jesus I kill for you Little baby Jesus
