I’m putting up a levee to keep the raging river of manure from my front door
My payoff was pity
I’m ready for more
I’ve got a sucker-punched, tarred, and a feathered heart
That can beat no more in vain
Like the bitterest pill with your sordid thrill
You run a franchise on my pain
Find it
Fuck it
Forget it
Forever
Find it
Fuck it
Forget it
Forever
The best that can be said for you is you couldn’t get no worse
We ride side by side on the liquorice ride
My heart is a hole
You make one more slip and I fall…
To the bottom of the barrel
The more I pour
The more I pain
The more I burn with loss and shame
Find it
Fuck it
Forget it
Forever
You can’t find it
Fuck it
Forget it
Forever
To the blindness of the herd, you clutch
Think too little, talk too much
Red, raw, and sore, this little piggy can’t hurt no more
I’m putting up a levee to keep the raging river of manure from my front door
My payoff was pity
I’m ready for more
Find it
Fuck it
Forget it
Forever
You can’t find it
Fuck it
Forget it
Forever
Find it
Fuck it
Forget it
Forever
Find it
Fuck it
Forget it
Forever
Find it, fuck it, forget it, forever
Find it, fuck it, forget it, forever
Find it, fuck it, forget it, forever
Find it, fuck it, forget it, forever
| Produced By – Raymond Watts |
| Performer, Songwriter – Raymond Watts |
| Guitar – Günter Schulz |
| Mixed By – Raymond Watts |