Lambchop - Poor Bastard lyrics

It's a new form of slavery Some gas from the past Partly built on the right Partly built out of gla** While the crystals deflate I begin to address A little run in your stocking A little hair on your dress Well the party isn't over Till the fat one comes home You know you ate up all the sausages Gave the old dog a bone It's part of your anatomy It's part of your mind I would prefer mine I suppose To do this time It's the dark side of perfection Prelude to success Curious brand new direction From a**ociated risks Could be the stigma of rejection Or the embarra**ment of desire It got clumsy with the ladle Spilt the soup on the fire Surrounded by cushions Black lacquer and chrome As your friends and relations Inspect your brand new home In a moment or two They're gonna leave you alone No more days in the oven No more nights on the phone It was good news and bad news For the unemployed son Of a b**h or a bridesmaid A beggar or a bum We can blow them to Mars Or at least kingdom come There's a lot of houses for rent Back where I come from Never, never should have let that knucklehead Back on the street Gets the funniest looks from Everyone they meet watch real close 'Cause you're in for a treat You're gonna get the next meal free If you don't get a receipt It was good news and bad news For the unemployed son Of a b**h or a bridesmaid A beggar or a bum We can blow them to Mars Or at least kingdom come No, there's lots of nice little apartments For rent where I come from There's lots of nice little apartments For rent where I come from