Lunachicks - F.D.S. (Shit Finger Dick) Lyrics
Youre a..........Mental case, 'bout time I smash your face,Got a habit of steppin out of line,Oh yeah, well here comes your timeYoure a damn disgrace, a total insult to the human race,Try and make me feel bad all the time,Good thing youre not my sign!You always want what you cant have, but babyYou cant have me!Youre a.........Bleeding heart! Not even worth a fartGot the worst halitosis that Ive smelledYou can just go to hell.Dont even start, gonna put you in aShopping cart, gonna roll you down a steep hill,And then Ill max and chillBaby you think you know better,Why dont you go knit a sweater!Cant have me! Cant Have me! Cant have me!Great green globs of greasy, grimy gopher guts.Mutilated monkey meat, chopped up little birdies feet,French fried eyeballs rolling down the dirty street,And i forgot my spoon!Only want what you cant have and babe and what you cant have is me.I dont care who you areWhat the ***** you want from meDis me once, dis me twice,I dont think its very nicePunch you in your stupid faceI shit on you and it feels great!Cant have me! What you cant have!You always want what you cant haveAnd baby, you cant have me!
