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
