歌词
Parked by the wrong building fighting my leash
Fountain nosebleeds from the police
Die fibrillator, my stimulator, mincemeat
Capricious boy who can't eat
Mama said I sound depraved
Asking me what pops would say
He'd roll over in his grave
If he ever knew
A tapeworm parasite
Dictates my appetite
Arguing what pops would like
Gives mama hope, no
Don't bring up the larger scheme of things
I'm drunk celebrating one week clean
I've sunk every penny into this
My dreams turn to mincemeat real quick