RV - Live 4/12/92 Songtext
von Faith No More

(L, m, p) Faith No More
< Mike Bordin: Drums; Roddy Bottum: Keyboards;
Billy Gould: Bass Guitar; Jim Martin: Guitar;
Mike Patton: Vocals >
(Angel Dust)
Backside melts into a sofa
My world, my TV, and my food
Besides listening to my belly gurgle
Ain′t much else to do
Yeah, I sweat a lot
Pants fall down every time I bend over
And my feet itch
Yeah-I married a scarecrow
I hate you
Talking to myself
Everibody's starin′ at me
I'm only bleedin'
Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes
Nobody speaks English anymore
Would anybody tell me I was gettin′ stupider?


I hate you
Talking to myself
You don′t feel it after awhile
You take the beating
I'm a swingin′ guy
Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod
And swing - - -
Toss me inside a Hefty
And put me in the ground
A drink needs me
I don't
I ain′t about to guzzle no tears
So kiss my ass
Newscasters, coakroaches, and desserts
I hate you
Talkin' to myself
Everibody′s starin' at me
I'm only bleedin′
Where are the kids?
Maybepregnantorondrugs
Oronwelfareontopoftheworld
DonthehonorrolonparoleontheDodgers
Onthebackofmilkcartonsonstakes
Inthemiddleofcornfields
Oncoversoffuturehistorybooks
Onoldlady′smantleswalkin'onwaternailedoncrosses
I think it′s time I had a talk with my kids
I'll just tell ′em what my daddy told me
YOU AIN'T NEVER GONNA AMOUNT NOTHIN′