Dead Milkmen

I've got a kid, his name is Scott He's goin' blind and his blood just will not clot The doctors

I ran into a friend of mine Said he was gonna take some words and make them rhyme I said, "You can fool

Tuesday, yes, it was Tuesday When I saw my congressman coming out of the titty bar He didn't look like

I know CIA is watching me I'm a target of the FBI and PMRC I do not sleep, I spend my nights

I Hate Myself (The Dead Milkmen) Performed By Dead Milkmen Smokin' Banana Peels I hate myself

Your ears fell off in the parking lot Your blood's still drippin', God, I hope it clots You say

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen And welcome to P.J.'s Astrological Love Lounge We are Lester Shy and

1, 2, 3, huh Little Billy drunk on beer Plops down behind the steering wheel His prom date pukes

She looked like a corpse on my front porch Clutching the spawn of her latest divorce, saying Let's get

When I have to puke at night I can be so indiscreet I don't run down to the john I just throw up on

Sha Na Na, Sha Na Na Na Sha Na Na Na Na Sha Na Na, Sha Na Na Sha Na Na Na Na Sha Na Na were

Sometimes I like to be alone (x2) But when I hear your voice I don't have any choice I want to

I'm getting on a plane Early in the morning I'm getting on a plane Let this be a warning

Mom and dad don't like me They say I'm mean and crude They tried to make me a good little boy

I walk the thinnest line I walk the thinnest line I walk the thinnest line Between the light and dark