Steak For Chicken Lyrics
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(lyrics are written by Adam Green & Kimya Dawson)
Mardi Gras came and went,
all my money has been spent,
how 'm I gonna pay the rent
sitting on -my ass/your face?
who mistook the steak for chicken?
who 'm I gonna stick my dick in?
we're not those kids,
sitting on the couch.
my former life i had a sister/was a high roller,
I abused her and I dissed her/ walked my kids in a diamond stroller,
she got swept up in a twister/ found my calling as a part time bowler
first I laughed and then i missed her/ traded my wife in for a new three-holer.
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,
different dreams from yesterday/ live on birthday cake each day
tell your grandma you're ok/ grandparents that they're gay,
kiss her cheek/steal their money- and run away.
Coz me and my friends are so smart:
we invented this new kind of -darts/art
hit a bull's eye cut a fart/ post modernist throwing darts
smoking crack and cutting crack.
Who missed that thing on the ceiling?/ mistook this crap for genius?
Who is gonna hurt my feelings/ who is gonna stroke my penis?
We're not those kids,
sitting on the couch,
sitting on the couch.
Oh -even your mother is a crook/people are shiny like a brand new book
but if -I get/you take- a closer look
there's shit on every -road you took/hand you shook
you don't believe me?
- read your book/ look at your hand.
somebody's making a killing / who made all these things for killing?
who's empty -heart/pussy hole- needs filling?
were 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 x 4.
(lyrics are written by Adam Green & Kimya Dawson)
Mardi Gras came and went,
all my money has been spent,
how 'm I gonna pay the rent
sitting on -my ass/your face?
who mistook the steak for chicken?
who 'm I gonna stick my dick in?
we're not those kids,
sitting on the couch.
my former life i had a sister/was a high roller,
I abused her and I dissed her/ walked my kids in a diamond stroller,
she got swept up in a twister/ found my calling as a part time bowler
first I laughed and then i missed her/ traded my wife in for a new three-holer.
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,
different dreams from yesterday/ live on birthday cake each day
tell your grandma you're ok/ grandparents that they're gay,
kiss her cheek/steal their money- and run away.
Coz me and my friends are so smart:
we invented this new kind of -darts/art
hit a bull's eye cut a fart/ post modernist throwing darts
smoking crack and cutting crack.
Who missed that thing on the ceiling?/ mistook this crap for genius?
Who is gonna hurt my feelings/ who is gonna stroke my penis?
We're not those kids,
sitting on the couch,
sitting on the couch.
Oh -even your mother is a crook/people are shiny like a brand new book
but if -I get/you take- a closer look
there's shit on every -road you took/hand you shook
you don't believe me?
- read your book/ look at your hand.
somebody's making a killing / who made all these things for killing?
who's empty -heart/pussy hole- needs filling?
were 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 x 4.
