CHIN UP CHIN UP WHY IS MY SLEEPING BAG A GHETTO MUPPET? LYRICS

 
i'm bore torn-worn and want country-western lust
our mouths are bigger than our feet
yeah our mouths are bigger than our feet
drywall dust breaks the pace of the cpr finals
there's a place that looks like that and it'll have to find us
there's no sympathy in a blowout
there's no sympathy in a blowout
and you can go home but i can't go home