Backside melts into the sofa. My world my tv and my food. Besides listening to my belly gurgle. Ain't much else to do. Yeah i sweat a lot. Pants fall down every time i bend over. And my feet itch. Yeah - I married a scarecrow. I hate you. Talkin' to myself. Everybody's starin' at me. I'm only bleedin'. Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes. Nobody speaks english anymore. Would anyone tell me if i was gettin' stupider?. I hate you. Talkin' to myself. You don't feel it after awhile. You take the beating. I'm a swingin' guy. Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod. And swing - - -. Toss me inside a hefty. And put me in the ground. A drink needs me. I don't. I ain't about to guzzle no tears. So kiss my ass. Newscasters cockroaches and desserts. I hate you. Talkin' to myself. Everybody's starin' at me. I'm only bleedin'. where are the kids?. Maybepregnantorondrugsoronwelfareontopoftheworlddont- thehonorrollonparoleontheDodgersonthebackofmilkcartons- onstakesinthemiddleofcornfieldsoncoversoffuturehistory- booksonoldlady'smantleswalkin'onwaternailedoncrosses. I think it's time I had a talk with my kids. I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me.