Lyrics

Well, you know how it is There's always too much beer to fit into the fridge But you never seem to have enough to eat And the food stamps, they get cut in the next week Well, you know that I hate a lot of things But I also hate a lot of other things! Oh, yeah! Well, I've been feeling cold since September Ain't that just the winter Ain't that just the weather I'm picking out the habits to keep me warm Cause you call this a season, I call it a snow storm And I know that everyone's waiting on drugs But I'm just Waiting on you waiting on drugs! Oh, yeah! I put cream into his coffee And he looks at me, so seriously He says if anyone should ask, he takes his coffee black If anyone should ask If anyone should ask, he takes it black If anyone should ask So I think about how I hate a lot of things But I also hate a lot of other things! Oh, yeah!