- Votes:
- Genres:
- Folk
- Indie
 
- Tags:
- alternative
- crossover
- singer songwriter
 
- See also:
Adam Green - Steak For Chicken lyrics
Her:
 Mardi Gras came and went
 All my money has been spent
 How am I gonna pay the rent
 Sitting on my ass
 Who mistook the steak for chicken?
 Who'm I'm gonna stick my dick in
 Were not those kids,
 Sitting on the couch
 My former life I had a sister
 I abused her and I dissed her
 She got swept up in a twister
 First I laughed and then I missed her
 Who mistook these baths for showers?
 Who fucked up that meaning Tower?
 Were not those kids,
 Sitting on the couch
 Oh get on a Greyhound and ride away
 Different dreams than yesterday
 Tell your grandmas they're okay
 Kiss their cheek and run away
 Cuz me and my friends are so smart
 We invented this new kind of darts
 Hit a bulls-eye and cut a fart
 Smoking crack and cutting grass.
 Who missed that thing on the ceiling?
 Who is gonna hurt my feelings?
 Were not those kids,
 Sitting on the couch
 Even your mother is a crook
 But if I get a closer look
 There's shit on every road you took
 If you don't believe me, read your book.
 So who made all these things for killing?
 Whose empty heart needs filling?
 Were not those kids,
 Sitting on the couch.
 His:
 Mardi Gras came and went
 All my money has been spent
 How am I gonna pay the rentAdam Green - Steak For Chicken - http://motolyrics.com/adam-green/steak-for-chicken-lyrics.html
 Sitting on your face
 Who mistook the steak for chicken?
 Who am I gonna stick my dick in
 Were not those kids,
 Sitting on the couch
 My former life I was a high roller
 Dropped my kids in the diamond stroller
 Found my calling as a part time bowler
 Treated my wife for a new three-holer
 Who mistook these baths for showers?
 Who fucked up that Leaning Tower?
 Were not those kids,
 Sitting on the couch
 Oh get on a Greyhound and ride away
 Live on birthday cake each day
 Tell your grandparents that they're gay
 Steal their money and run away
 Cuz me and my friends are so smart
 We invented this new kind of art
 Post modernist, throwing darts
 Smoking crack and cutting crack
 Who mistook the Krauts* genius?
 Who is gonna stroke my penis?
 Were not those kids,
 Sitting on the couch
 Oh people are shiny like a brand new book
 But if you get a closer look
 There's shit on every hand you shook
 If you don't believe me, look at your hand
 So who made all these things for killing?
 Whose pussy hole needs filling?
 Were not those kids,
 Sitting on the couch
 {Her} Who mistook the steak for chicken?
 {Him} Who am I going to stick my dick in?
 {together}
 Were not those kids
 Sitting on the couch
 Sitting on the couch
 Sitting on the couch
 Sitting on the couch









