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Freak Kitchen - Jerk lyrics
I am into showbiz, I am a road manager D'ya know a sexy chick? I got a pass for her Touring can be boring, but not for me You got to entertain yourself, I got a special hobby: I fuck with the support band, I remember when We had a shitty little group, called "Freak Kitchen" I'm always in the mode for, let's say, any kind of dope I asked the drummer if he wanted some, but he said "nope" Well I couldn't believe what I just heard The drummer of this group was this astonishing nerd The singer and guitarist and the bass player as well If I only had the guts I'd tell ém: go to hell! Instead I turned around and asked a guy from the crew To go and get a girl that we all can screw You see, I an asshole and a real hypocrite And my wife and kids don't know hippo-shit I rather be a jerk, than being hip like you I rather be a jerk, than do the shit you do I rather be a jerk, than snort ‘til I turn blue I rather be a jerk, I rather be a jerk An orgy a day keeps the Mrs away I'm a road manager in a giant ashtray And when my conscience knocks on the door I bury myself in horse as a cure And a prostitute, then I shoot some more I rather be a jerk, than being hip like you I rather be a jerk, than do the shit you do I rather be a jerk, than snort ‘til I turn blue I rather be a jerk, I rather be a jerk |
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