P R O B L E M S
You know we filled it to the brim just to spill
P R O B L E M S
They took the pie off my window sill
The car don't wanna climb up a hill
Oh but compared to the sound through a box in the ground
I'd say you don't even know what the fuck a problem is
No I don't wanna go
Goddamn
I am a wolfman
Bred to be disowned
Just let me stay and clutch this old tombstone
Sweaty palms
Bloody cough
But when the bandages come off
I"ll try to come and be your puppet show
Keep on circling the block
I've got luck
I can get a rubber mask
Wear it as a bluff
I can grow a moustache
I can shave it off
Draw me as the devil
Paint me like a clown
Eyeball on my forehead
Penis in my mouth
Keep on circling the block
I've got luck