Daddy Can’t Shoot

Album cover art for "Daddy Can’t Shoot" by Ruth Ruth

Ruth Ruth - Rock

Daddy Can’t Shoot

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[Intro] Friend [Verse 1] Train, train Bleeding dirt Comb my hair with a mouth full of cola Drop downtown to pick a girlfriend there From all the cold-cut pretty and the Kool-Aid hair I wanna measure To the pleasure I've got a sure-fire come-on and a two-ton feather In a velvet cathedral Fresh like a needle Puncture my feet like a walk on the shag I've got a thumb like a crocodile, breath like a fish Hey pinball gigolo, weren't you an Indian? People like me, and Channel 13 We're diffеrent We're diffеrent like rain [Chorus] Daddy can't shoot, oh-woah-oh Tell me where I come from? I want the truth Daddy can't shoot, oh-woah-oh Tell me where I come from? I want the truth Yeah [Verse 2] My mother picked me out of a mail order catalog A jujifruit jim, a buy one get one Female to female, angie to angie I found out later that a dyke ain't daddy But a big hunk of love with a waterproof memory The devil rode in on a fifth grade pony And he called me a faggot And laughed like a showgirl I ran home and turned on the radio Captain and Tenille were fucking in the living room A thing like that can change a boy A thing like that, a thing like that Can change a boy [Chorus] Daddy can't shoot, oh-woah-oh Tell me where I come from? I want the truth Daddy can't shoot, oh-woah-oh Tell me where I come from? I want the truth Oh yeah [Verse 3] New York medical called me pathetical Then blamed it all on peanut-butter lockjaw Returned me home with a medal for a hero MTV, generation blowjob I'm alright with Mom and Mom I'm alright, according to Madonna I've got a record deal, I've got a video Women writing me without wearing underwear Measure To the pleasure I've got a sure-fire come-on and a two-ton feather And a blackhead flat-top Lickin' at my gumdrop Bring me my money Clap on, clap off People like me, and Channel 13 We're different Different like rain [Chorus] Daddy can't shoot, oh-woah-oh Tell me where I come from? I want the truth, oh-oh Daddy can't shoot, oh-woah-oh Tell me where I, where I come from? Tell me where I come from?

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  • Chris Kennedy