Everyone thinks I’m a weirdo
the family thinks i’m a weirdo
Natalie, why can’t you love me?
You can’t stand the sight of me
With alcohol on my breath
I’ll take any chance I get
and come up to your house
and arouse suspicion amongst neighbors
because this gaylord favors you
Drunk skunk I am
Highly favored you are
baptized by my scars
weirdo to your mom
you’re all on the run
from me
Drunk skunk I am
and you have your plan
I am the slime beneath your feet now
Where once were roses scented sweet, I was
Have your way with fate
have your way with hate
both like to play
but you’ve borne a sad game
I know my place now
but how could it come to be?
for when i kissed your breast
you said it best about me
I know my place now
Underneath your feet
where you long for me to sleep
I am your trash
but your heart knows better
An interlude for 2
couldn’t it be me and you?
must it always be for me, dinner for one?
can’t you and i have eyes in love, again?
thepunkorganist 