So
metimes I think of all the places where I don't.
wanna go.
Then I think of all the things that I don't wanna do.
And when I think of all the people that I don't wanna.
meet.
I close my eyes and go to sleep.
Tully, baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars.
I'm the prince of poverty hangin' out in bars.
Your life's a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool.
My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel.
Your obviousness disgusts me I see thru your macho.
lies.
I'll fight everything you stand for.
There's something in your purse baby, my head is.
getting sore.
Maybe what we had was just green corn