Cows
By the Throat
He was born a fuck-upEver since he popped out feet firstA pink and ugly little bastard, momma's breast dried up in horror and revoltThough momma didn't want himPoppa just plain didn't like himHow he hated that fat assholeA man like that could never satisfied his soulHe had to blowYes sirSo he hit the road Explored artistic inclinationsRead the works of all the mastersMet a bunch of friends who told him what to knowIt was just soOf course he got it wrong spent all his timePissing down ratholesUntil life snuck up behind himIt reached right out and grabbed him by the throatGrabbed him by the throatHe ended up workingAt his father's filling stationHe pumped the gas he pumped his girlHe pumped away at all the lies he swallowed wholeAnd now he's old
From Letras Mania