F.D.S. - Lunachicks

Youre a…

Mental case, 'bout time I smash your face

Got a habit of steppin out of line

Oh yeah, well here comes your time

Youre a damn disgrace, a total insult to the human race

Try and make me feel bad all the time

Good thing youre not my sign!

You always want what you can’t have, but baby

You can’t have me!

Youre a…

Bleeding heart!

Not even worth a fart

Got the worst halitosis that Ive smelled

You can just go to hell

Dont even start, gonna put you in a

Shopping cart, gonna roll you down a steep hill

And then Ill max and chill

Baby you think you know better

Why dont you go knit a sweater!

Can’t have me!

Can’t Have me!

Can’t have me!

Great green globs of greasy, grimy gopher guts

Mutilated monkey meat, chopped up little birdies feet

French fried eyeballs rolling down the dirty street

And i forgot my spoon!

Only want what you can’t have and babe and what you can’t have is me

I dont care who you are

What the fuck you want from me

Dis me once, dis me twice

I dont think its 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!