I know it’s just a numb place 2 tons of assurance on your dumb face you’ll win a coffin in your drone race of Being right with all the wrong reasons
Logic can’t get through Push me and I’ll push you you’re testing decent minds so when they snap you could stay a vicdumb
Just stick with your oprah magazine therapists on your very brand new t.v. Fuck your kids up beyond repair You’ll find that they are never there leave it to your man to care and i’m sure that he will let you be a Vicdumb
We all know you’re the good guy Step in church and who could deny Gain an ancient moral in a new time It’s all good with your judgement deluted
Anything I say Well you could walk away Back to your numb place feeling good knowing you’re a vicdumb
Your Husband sneaks another drink When he come’s to bed he smells of listerine. Snuggle up, Reality T.V. Where everyone gets fame for free so you’re try to win the lottery It’s ok You’ll Always be a Vicdumb