Chris Price songs
This is born out of frustration and irritation but its a fun song. Hope you enjoy it.
Its bad enough living with myself
I'm stuck in a rut
That's just a grave with its ends knocked out
God save me from being nice
I'm just making a rod for my back
I'm hitting the sack
Maybe tomorrow won't be so bad
I won't turn my life around
By looking at the ground
They say I've got to look at the stars
But when I'm sitting in my room
And looking at the moon
I just see one fat shiny arse
God save me from crazy losers
Who seem to queue at my door
I should know the score
I've met so many of them before
Forget about religion
You'll just be a pigeon
Who flies right back to the coop
And sure don't be a chicken
Somebody else be lickin
Their bowl of cream of chicken soup
I'm such a procrastinator
I'm so a doctor of crap
I'm caught in a trap
A rut, a grave with its ends knocked out
God save me from loony people
Its bad enough living with myself
I'm stuck in a rut
That's just a grave with no ends
Please shoot this guy who pretends
I should be making new friends
Get out this grave with its ends knocked out
Get out this grave with its ends knocked out
© Chris Price 2010
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