Ain't Got No More Lard

You came, you went 
My mind it got a dent 
I couldn't make my rent 
'Cause all my cash was lent 

This town is filled 
With thousand-dollar-bills 
Laminated songs 
Contaminated lawns 
Well we eat about fifteen times a day 
Staring' through a bag of Frito-Lay 
And I play with the fire in the stove 
When my eyes peel out 
And my fingertips get cold 

Well it's real and it's fake 
And it's flaming' like a steak 
And she's putting' out my face with the rake 
Oh honey you knew 
That you were my one and only blur 

Unglued, depressed 
The meatloaf in my chest 
Personality test 
I failed with the best 
And I stomped and I stormed 
And I passed out in your dorm 
Then you hustled me outside 
I couldn't catch a ride 
But the subway trains speak to me now 
I'm browsing through the supermarket town 
And the girls don't talk when I'm around 
And I'm feeling' bad even though nothing's wrong 

Choking' on a breath mint 

That's cool 
Yeah, that's cool 

[Man speaking:] 
(Stuck out here in the sand, they shot my mule and burned my wagon 
Yeah...ran out of sourdough three days ago, ain't got no more lard, 
God bless all you folks) 

[Talking in background] 
Someone take 'em off me 
How can I play footsie? 
Just play the footsie 
[reversed] 
Oh, molasses 
Please bend over 
And if you grasp this 
Just bend over 
In the clover 
Awe…. You and me baby 
Beneath the catfish tank 
Oh, molasses 
Please bend over 
And if you grasp this 
Just bend over 
In the clover 
Just bend over 
Mmm... 
Just bend over 
Just bend over 
Over... 
Fly little sparrow 
Oh... 
Oh, yeah 
Muthaf-ie man 
Oh, my goodness 
Muthaf-er 
Oh, yeah 
Come on, bring it on down, honey 
Oh, yeah 
Oh, yeah 
You got it going' on and on 
You get it gin' 
Someone's gettin' busy 
All o' nobody's dirty business 
Gimme some bass 
Some got down