Prick Songtext
von Vic Chesnutt

I was shaking with laugther
Scared the bratty children
Did I destroy the ambience
I′m sure for that hoity-toity patron

It wasn't pretty when I looked into the face
Oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos
What′s the, what's the, who's the prick


We was hidden in the potted plants
I know and we was no obnoxious
But I could see, there in the sun room
The growing storm of disapproval

It wasn′t pretty when I looked into the face
Oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos
What′s the, what's the, who′s the prick

I ain't supposed to laugh
Can′t let your children see that
I ain't supposed to wonder
What′s the, who's the prick
What's the, who′s the prick
What′s the, who's the prick
What′s the, what's the, who′s the prick