Joe Shmoe’s Nose

Lyrics

(*sniff*, *sniff* *sniff* fuck) I hate my nose (I hate my nose) I hate my nose (I hate my nose) I hate my nose (I hate my nose) I can't stop fuckin sneezin Fuck, hate my nose (I hate my nose) If anybody knows it better be Beyonce Knowles What's gonna happen when they make it Nose Goes? I can't trust my nose so they gonna turn me back into Joe Shmoe (not Joe Shmoe, fuck) Man that blows (man that blows) I ain't even gotta be whisperin right now its just for show Yeah man who knows Eh, yeah man who goes thеre? Just as useful as painting my nose hair But I feel my soul in thеre (What if I, what if I, what if I) What if I told you that there's nothin left to show in there? I can feel the rain My nose, my gut, my pores, my lungs Runnin round breakin to the pain Make it make sense, make it all right Make it all up, make it go up, make it go (Oh shit) You don't gotta take the fun outta that shit (fuck you) You gonna go ahead and spoil all that shit (fuck you) Back trackin with your track backin with your back trackin like a _ (fuck you) Feelin good feelin bad every other day which one is it When I was kid it was a trouble to go outside and play with a stick When I was a kid I burned N*SYNC No Strings Attached to a disc two weeks before it came out I was a pirate then I saw the vision Back then I thought it was nuclear fission Wish I could make my nose shut up (shut up) Shut up (shut up) Shut the fuck up I hate my nose (I hate my nose) I hate my nose (I hate my nose) I hate my nose (I hate my nose) I can't stop fuckin sneezin Fuck, hate my nose (I hate my nose) If anybody knows it better be Beyonce Knowles What's gonna happen when they make it Nose Goes? I can't trust my nose so they gonna turn me back into Joe Shmoe (not Joe Shmoe, fuck) Man that blows (man that blows) I ain't even gotta be whisperin right now its just for show Yeah man who knows Eh, yeah man who goes there? Just as useful as painting my nose hair But I feel my soul in there (What if I, what if I, what if I) What if I told you that there's nothin left to show in there? I can feel the rain My nose, my gut, my pores, my lungs Runnin round breakin to the pain Make it make sense, make it all right Make it all up, make it go up, make it go