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what a chore...
all your wounds are full of salt.
Everything's a stress and what's more,
well it's all somebody's fault.
Makes you sick, makes you ill,
makes you cheat, slipping change from the till.
Had it up to the gills... makes you cry,
while the milk still spills.
Ain't it just a bitch? What a pain...
Well it's all a crying shame.
What left to do but complain?
Better find someone to blame.
Got a job, got a life,
got a four-door and a faithless wife.
Got those nice copper pipes,
got an ex, got a room for the night.
Aren't you such a catch? What a prize
Got a body like a battle axe...
Love that perfect frown, honest eyes...
We ought to buy you a Cadillac.
Today sucked like a crack whore.
all your wounds are full of salt.
Everything's a stress and what's more,
well it's all somebody's fault.
Makes you sick, makes you ill,
makes you cheat, slipping change from the till.
Had it up to the gills... makes you cry,
while the milk still spills.
Ain't it just a bitch? What a pain...
Well it's all a crying shame.
What left to do but complain?
Better find someone to blame.
Got a job, got a life,
got a four-door and a faithless wife.
Got those nice copper pipes,
got an ex, got a room for the night.
Aren't you such a catch? What a prize
Got a body like a battle axe...
Love that perfect frown, honest eyes...
We ought to buy you a Cadillac.
Today sucked like a crack whore.