A55

An ass that won't quit
But always heading to the door
I see everything in skits
I see everything and more
And I want more
I want more

Head over heels, always heading to the floor
Sweep up all my bits and leave me by the door
'Cause I want more
I want more

God I've had a lot to drink
And man that's made me think and think
Oh boy I can't do anything
I kid myself, I'm something big
Babyface, above the sink
To foetus by the toilet rink

Gets up from the floor with all the grace of a burlap
Bags up all the evidence and flushes the sack
Then heads back
For more

You've convinced yourself you like the taste of your own breath
If it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death
You've conviced yourself you like the taste of your own breath
If it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death
You've conviced yourself you like the taste of your own breath
If it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death
You've conviced yourself you like the taste of your own breath
If it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death