Unfit Mutters

Well, welcome back to the stomping ground You'll never believe it but what I've found Is that you're liar and you're a thief And I won't be consumed by grief And spit right back into the gutters With the other unfit mutters And I'm, I'm not crazy for you No, I'm not crazy You better sit down baby Pour a stiff drink maybe You did a bad thing baby You drove me mad not crazy You did not make me what I am And you can never understand me And I don't owe you anything No I don't owe you anything And I'm, I'm not crazy for you I'm not crazy about you I'm not crazy for you I'm not crazy You better sit down baby Pour a stiff drink maybe You did a bad thing baby You drove me mad not crazy You treated me like a criminal And you tell me tell me tell me that it's subliminal When you're a liar and you're a thief And I won't be consumed by grief And spit right back into the gutters With the other unfit mutters No I'm, I'm not crazy for you I'm not crazy about you I'm not crazy for you I'm not crazy Sit down baby Pour a stiff drink maybe You did a bad thing baby You did a bad thing And you can't bait me, you can't see What's always been right in front of me That there's a clown for anger and a clown for war And clown for whatever that clown's for And you're a liar and you're a thief And I won't be consumed by grief Then spit right back into the gutters With the other unfit mutters