get back motherfucker you don't know me like that
her hurried hands hurry stiff shirts
swiftly upon the backs of even stiffer children
in between the madness somewhere it hurts
and i hardly remember a less bitter weekend
moans and murmurs as the dawn breaks
spilling shine and dew on fetid flowers
oh what a difference a day makes
these twenty four little hours
tis the season of the ho
the time of the dumb motherfucker did at last fall
upon us i wish i could kill them all
anything less would be pointless, no?
between you, me and she there's way too much fixing to do
as amazing as i fucking am, i am, i am
i am fucking amazing, i am
simply just so sick of you