Exotic

歌詞

Fuckin' doin' it This song is called Eviction Notice, it's a 2-parter It's about how drugs are the gateway to fun and flat laugh lines There's effort in her smile and it shouldn't be that way Her last days are being snuffed out in an ashtray, and that's pricely Trying to intercept the passing away I've asked nicely But I've learned not to feed the hand that bites me This morning the cradle rocks the hand As I bang on pots and pans she's just playing in her warning labeled box again She wants a man I can look up to, a role model to come through-- Don't bother unpacking your car...cinogen filled thrill sticks This girl will spit fire Got me doing pirouettes over her guilt trip wire I still skip by a land mine or two, see I've learned the landscape All the while practicing my firm handshake Hair, trigger-finger itch to spark any conversation Said explosive personalities don't part deadly confrontation What happens in between her lips She needs a fix more than she knows her friend's a bitch And needs to go There's a note on the door.. Eviction notice "Listen, one of us is leaving, and when I say US I mean YOU... YOU'RE leaving. (You're leaving... You're leaving.)" I'm in the house y'all, I'm in the house y'all And ain't no little piece of paper gonna kick me out y'all! What?? I'm in the house, I'm in the house And ain't no legal separation gonna kick my ass out I'm in the house y'all, I'm in the house y'all And ain't no new boyfriend gonna kick me out, y'all! Fuck that, I'm in the house, I'm in the house Ain't no snot-nosed brat gonna kick my ass out Pick ME! Please leave me believe me please leave me believe me please Please leave me believe me please leave me please believe me, leave me leave me.. This song is called Eviction Notice, it's a 2-parter Basically it's about how sacrifice and vices will invite themselves to an overstayed welcome at your haunted house parties There's effort in her smile and it shouldn't be like that Her final evenings have her drowning in a nightcap, and that's costly Trying to keep her on the right track I ask softly But she just says "BACK OFF ME" And I've learned to space her private respect She breathes some room to need and every afternoon proceeds To mix her liquid sitter while preparing baby food to feed She wants I man I can look up to, a mentor-- Fuck you! Get your things packed Yes kids, the poison is the message in the bottle Before the dawn she'll have to kill all fetal positions by ingesting a morning-after pill Crawling fast until I get rewarded for how good I've behaved While practicing my goodbye wave.. Should I stay? After planning my escape routes And shouting out, "Is there a lifeguard in the lighthouse?" To the rescue bottle mouth-to-mouth between her lips she sips She needs a fix more than she knows her friend's a bitch And there's a note on the door.. Eviction notice Fun times fun times, ("Fuck you! ") fun times fun times fun times ("Fuck you!") Fun times fun times, fun times fun times fun times ("Fuck you, get the fuck out of my house...") Fun times fun times, fun times fun times fun times Fun times fun times, fun times fun times fun tiiiimes!!! ("Fuck YOU!") One more time guys, fun times fun times fun tiiiimes! ("Get out.") I love you ("Get out!!! Get the fuck out of here! GET OUT!! Go.") Your mother would like to hear from you