The Moldy Peaches - Steak for chicken

Mardi Gras came and went
All my money has been spent
How am I gonna pay the rent?
Sitting on your face / Sitting on my ass

Who mistook the steak for chicken?
Who am I gonna stick my dick in?
We’re not those kids, sitting on the couch

My former life, I was a high roller /
My former life, I had a sister
Walked around in a diamond stroller /
I abused her and I dissed her
Found my calling as a part-time bowler /
She got swept up in a twister
Traded my wife in for a new three holer /
First I laughed and then I missed her

Who mistook these baths for showers?
Who fucked up that leaning tower?
We’re not those kids, sitting on the couch Oh get on a greyhound and ride away
Live on birthday cake each day /
Different dreams than yesterday
Tell your grandparents that they’re gay /
Tell your grandma, you’re okay
Steal their money and run away /
Kiss her cheek and run away
Cuz me and my friends are so smart
We invented this new kind of art /
We invented this new kind of dart
Post-Modernest Throwing Darts /
Hit A Bulls-eye, cut a fart
Smoking crack and cutting…crack

Who mistook this crap for genius? /
Who is dancing on the ceiling?
Who is gonna stroke my penis? /
Who is gonna hurt my feelings?
We’re not those kids, sitting on the couch

Oh people are shiny like a brand new book /
Even your mother is a crook
But if you get a closer look /
But if I get a closer look
There’s shit on every hand you shook /
There’s shit on every road you took
If you don’t believe me, look at your hand /
If you don’t believe me, read the book

Who made all these things for killing? /
Somebody’s making a killing
Who’s pussy hole needs filling? /
Who’s empty heart needs filling?
We’re not those kids, sitting on the couch
Who mistook the steak for chicken?
Who am I gonna stick my dick in?
We’re not those kids, sitting on the couch