A55

An ass that won't quit

But always heading

To the door

I see everything in skits

I see everything and more

And I want more

I want more

Head over heels, always heading to the floor

Sweep up all my bits and leave me by the door

'Cause I want more

I want more

God, I've had a lot to drink

And man that's made me think and think

Oh, boy, I can't do anything

I've kid myself I'm something big

Babyface above the sink

To foetus by the toilet brink

Gets up from the floor with all the grace of a burlap

Bags up all the evidence and flushes the sack

Then heads back for more

You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath

If it's it's don't, or die trying

Then you've opted for death

You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath

If it's it's don't, or die trying

Then you've opted for death

You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath

If it's it's don't, or die trying

Then you've opted for death

You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath

If it's it's don't, or die trying

Then you've opted for death