For Her

Look at how feathered his cocks are

See how seamless his frocks are

Look at his paper-beating over that rockstar

Look at how long she walks and how far

Was she lost? Or

Maybe she was not for travelling in the stock car, anymore

Maybe she spent her formative years

Dealing with his contentious fears

And endless jeers and her endless tears

Or maybe she's got tired of watching him

Sniff white off a starlet's breast

Treating his wife like less than a guest

Getting his girl to clean up his mess

Never showing weakness unless it's award's season

It's the season of the ward

And she's trying to cut the cord

She's tired of planting her knees on the cold, hard floor of facts

Trying to act like the other girl acts

And you strike me, I've been exact

But you know that you never really go to the mat

You tie everything all pretty in the second act

When you know that it didn't go exactly like that

You arrive and drive by, like a sauced up bat

Like you know you should know but you don't know where it's at

Like you know you should know but you don't know where it's at

Like you know you should know but you don't know where it's at

You arrive and drive by, like a sauced up bat

Like you know you should know but you don't know where it's at

You arrive and drive by, like a sauced up bat

Like you know you should know but you don't know where it's at

Like you know, you should know, but you don't know what you did

Like you know, you should know what happened when I came to bed

Like you know, you should know, but you don't know

Like you know, you should know, but you don't know

Like you know, you should know, but you don't know what you did

Well, good morning, good morning

You raped me in the same bed your daughter was born in

Good morning, good morning

Good morning, good morning

(Like you know, you should know, but you don't know

Like you know, you should know, but you don't know

Like you know, you should know, but you don't know)

You were so high

You were so high

You were so high