Pitiful Songtext
von Remi Wolf

Man, I feel sick, the joke′s on me
Went to the party looking for treats
Band in the back, art school kids
This girl that I know all up in your dickins

Hit me like a truck
Burnin' on the 101
And if it′s just a break
Why do I feel so yuck?

(Yuck) and I'm so puh, puh, puh, puh, pitiful
(Yuck) I get so dru, dru, dru, dru, drunk when I call ya
(Yuck) and baby, it'll take a miracle
I′ll go home, I′m puh, puh, puh, puh, pitiful

(Yuck) puh, puh, puh, puh, puh, pitiful
(Yuck) puh, puh, puh, puh, puh, pitiful
(Yuck) puh, puh, puh, puh, puh, pitiful
I'll go home, I′m puh, puh, puh, puh, pitiful


I love my wine, he is my friend
When we go out he's holding my hands
Pick up the phone, been calling for hours
Got me a hammer from a big mouse and

Hit me like a truck
Burnin′ on the 101
And this is just my luck
Man, I feel so dumb

(Yuck) and I'm so puh, puh, puh, puh, pitiful
(Yuck) I get so dru, dru, dru, dru, drunk when I call ya
(Yuck) and, baby, it′ll take a miracle
I'll go home, I'm puh, puh, puh, puh, pitiful

(Yuck) and I′m so puh, puh, puh, puh, pitiful
(Yuck) I get so dru, dru, dru, dru, drunk when I call ya
(Yuck) but, baby, it′ll take a miracle
I'll go home, I′m puh, puh, puh, puh, pitiful

(Yuck) puh, puh, puh, puh, puh, pitiful
(Yuck) puh, puh, puh, puh, puh, pitiful
(Yuck) puh, puh, puh, puh, puh, pitiful
I'll go home, I′m puh, puh, puh, puh, pitiful