Lyrics Skankin' Pickle

Skankin' Pickle

Ties That Bind

Don't want your kind of work today.

I hate that fucking job, anyway.

Don't ask me why my life's a wreck.

I've got this noose around my neck.

And I've got to get away from ties that bind. Ties that bind.

Don't wanna come home to you tonight.

Cause I'm a mess and I'll probably start a fight.