Every Day I Start to Ooze

Lyrics

I guess you heard my head turned brown I lost several pounds and just look terrible This marriage of black and yellow never looked good on paper His mother was a secretary, I think Her father a rapist I'm a little pressed for time and facts But I know, I know It's those personal acts, those personal acts That cut through the crap I heard they were dismembering people down on the street Those Joneses! (you gotta love em'!) Various disguises are regrettable but necessary If you're going to make it through the day Everyday, everyday, every day I start to ooze Everyday, everyday, every day I start to ooze A bold plan drawn up by assholes to screw morons News at eleven! But first a long serious look at what's seeping from open sore Perhaps you should STOP PICKING AT IT! I never felt so alone, I never felt so used I never felt so EXCITED! It was those personal acts, those personal axe That cut up the crap and served it for breakfast YOU DUMB FUCK! My mom phoned up the police today Just to say hello ("Hello!") My girlfriend has been missing for two weeks I guess that's what happens when you walk the streets with a bag on your head and a sign that says: Everyday, everyday, every day I start to ooze Everyday, everyday every day I start to ooze Oooh, black and blue and red are the colors every day Oooh, black and blue and red are the colors every day Oooh, everyday. . OK, that's life, that's what I was told anyway And picking your feet till they bleed may only be the half of it If every fourth animal in the world is a beetle Perhaps every fourth person is a DUMB FUCK Listen, listen carefully now, here's the answer It rhymes with axe, why, it's those personal acts of course Those personal acts, those suicide pacts Those carelessly stored razorblades in the hands of small children It's my face smeared on the pavement! Wohhhhh… It's every day! It's every day! Unday, Noneday, Useday, Buttugly, Whoresday, Painday SPLATTERSDAY! SPLATTERSDAY! YOU DUMB FUCK!