Cotton Candy And A Rotten Mouth

You Know You're So Fucked Up

You Know I Couldn't Help But Have It For You



And Everybody Knows The Way I Walk

And Knows The Way I Talk

And Knows The Way I Feel About You

It's All A Bunch Of Shit

And There's Nothing To Do Around Here

It's Totally Fucked Up

I'm Totally Fucked Up

Wish You Were Here



And Streets That Only Turn To Boulevards

And Houses With Back Yards

And It Is Raining Like Hell On The Cars

And Everybody Knows The Way I Walk

And Knows The Way I Talk

Knows The Way I Feel About You

It's All A Bunch Of Shit

And There's Nothing To Do Around Here

It's Totally Fucked

I'm Totally Fucked

Wish You Were Here



And If I Could Have My Way

We'd Take Some Drugs

And We'd Smile

We'd Smile

We'd Smile

But Not Tonight, My Dear

Wish You Were Here

Wish You Were Here

Wish You Were Here

Wish You Were Here