Shotgun Shoes

I need a pimp hat, shotgun shoes

Half a decent mistress and a bed

Well I need a pimp hat, shotgun shoes

Half a decent mistress and a bed

Don't need no telepathic power

No, I don't need no razors in my head

She said you know I'm gonna leave here

But you know I know I don't know when

She said you know, you know I know I'm leaving

But I really just don't know when

Well I'll leave my message on the ceiling

Don't give my regards to all them friends

Well I don't need you or your psychosis

I can get to crazy by myself

I don't need your point as though neurosis

Your pathologic tumble into hell

You can't disappoint me anymore

Than you know you already done so well

Well I've been cold cocked torn to shreds

Rolled into a mattress for your hunchback

Well I've been cold cocked torn to shreds

Rolled into a mattress for your irrelevant hunchback

Well I've been to every pick up junction

I swear on this day I won't go back

Well I've never claimed that I was honest

But you can lie like Hitler with a conscience

Well I've never said that I was honest

But you can lie like Hitler with a conscience

Well you must be dumb beyond belief

If you believe that you can answer all my little questions

Well I could swear you stole my answers

I saw you dripping blood outside my kitchen

Well I can swear you stole my answers

I saw you dripping blood outside my kitchen

Well you were more than obviously guilty

But me, I never had the balls to mention

Well you couldn't love me righteous if you tried

Ah, but you can love me evil

You know you couldn't love me righteous if you tried

But you can love me evil

But you'll never make me nervous like she did

And you'll never take my cradle

Well in the year of the bitch you tore the tail off a witch

While I was sleeping

In the year of the bitch you tore the tail off a witch

While I was sleeping

There was no parent to mind

Could hardly understand the company you were keeping

There'll be no snowfall in hell

But then you know that so well

You go there often

There'll be no snowfall in hell

But then you know that so well

You go there often, don't ya?

You tied the devil to a chair

And you promised to bear all of his children

Oh my, my