Lunachicks - F.D.S. lyrics

Your a

Mental case,

'bout time I smash your face

Got a habit of steppin' out of line,

Oh yeah, well here comes your time

You're a damn disgrace,

A total insult to the human race,

Try and make me feel bad all the time

Good thing your not my sign!

You always want what you can't have,

but baby, you can have me

Your a

Bleeding heart !

Not even worth a fart

Got the worst halitosis that I've smelled

You can just go to hell

Don't even start,

gonna put you in a shopping cart,

Gonna roll you down a steep hill

And then I'll max and chill

Baby you think you know better

Why don't you go and knit a sweater!

Can't have me, can't have me, can't have me

Green green glods of greasy, grimy gopher guts

Mutilated monkey guts,

Chopped up little birties feet

French fried eye balls rolling down the dirty street

And I forgot my spoon!

Only want what you can't have and babe

What you can't have is me

I don't care who you are

What the fuck you want from me

Dis me once, dis me twice

I don't think that very nice

Punch you in your stupid face

I shit on you and It feels great !

Can't have me! what you can't have!

You always want what you can't have

And baby, you can't have me