Lyrics Guttermouth

Guttermouth

Steak

When will my ship come in? man I really gotta know

Cause I'm tired at living at the y with 50 other guys

That smell like Frenchmen

Necesidad un bistek salvar al dia

My life's been such a wreck, there's no aces, no aces in my deck

I'm starting to believe that my ship is make believe

Lights out at ten

Necesidad un bistek slavar al dia

Everyday I try so hard I ain't never got a card for my b-day

If I ever make it, I'll broil, saute, or bake it. give me steak

Necesidad un bistek salvar al dia

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