What's that you're saying?
You're in my mind again and I
Molly likes her handjobs
and Toby's just a fat slob
What am I supposed to do, when there's no getting
When the smoke clears from your head.
Thos painful memories,
Molly likes her handjobs
and Toby's just a fat slob
Boy do I hate when bad things happens Trouble all
There's nothing more to hide as I slip into oblivion
Whaddya Say? - Hey! 'cause we don't back you anyway
You say that you want some more Save your breath
Unspoken words, Well I don't even want to see your
She'll have your balls To get just what she wants
Take me; put to bed; I want your pillow under
Another night you wait alone; restless frustration You haven't spoke
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