Ever since mom walked out, Sis and i can get no sleep. Since then, dad's brought home thirteen redheads. A blonde, a brunette, and a sheep. I pray to god: "Oh, can you help us? Save us From this revelry." Shotgun westward, i blew away alice, Buried her in the deep.
Of this postage stamp world, You get what you want. In this postage stamp world, You can all get in line And lick my behind. 'Cause i won't be living with you This time.
There she was, a silky starlet Pressed up to the screen. Captivated by social retards, She'd drink and drink and drink. Lipstick would burn her eyes out, Melt upon her waist. Embracing the dying lover, Her heart could feel no pain.
In this postage stamp world, You get what you want. In this postage stamp world, You can all get in line And lick my behind. 'Cause i come in ones, not twos This time.
In this postage stamp world, You get what you want. In this postage stamp world, You can all get in line And lick my behind. 'Cause my brain's been split open for too long, I decline