p***boy Lyrics

Now p***boy puts on his p*** coat and he,
Hits the town,
With a burning in the back of his throat,
And the flies all buzzing around.
Just like a worn-out w****,
With no sense of pride,
Greed for something more,
Burns his insides,
Burns his insides,
Burns his insides,
Burns his insides.

Yay all you losers gather round,
Yeah p***boy, he's back in town.
Yay all you losers gather round,
Yeah p***boy, he's back in town.
And he wonders if his mother's womb was a drunk-tank,
And if the milk from her breast was poison,
And he wonders if she ever loved him,
Yeah he wonders if she ever loved him.

Now p***boy put on your p***coat,
Hit the town,
With a burning in the back of your throat,
And the flies all buzzing around,
And the flies all buzzing round,
And the flies all buzzing round.
Yeah p***boy you spent all your money,
All alone you can't go home to your honey.
Yeah p***boy you spent all your money,
All alone you can't go home to your honey.

Now p***boy put on your p***coat,
Leave town,
With a burning in the back of your throat,
And the flies all buzzing around,
Around,
Around,
Around,
Around, around, around, around, around, around, round, round, round, round, round, round, round, round, round, aound.