Good Friday (исполнитель: Why?)
if you grew up with white boys who only look at black and puerto rican porno cause they want something that their dad don’t got then you know where you’re at mortaring your earholes shut in [bad word] with wet coke in a starbucks bathroom with the door closed on booze, i’m left in residue and confused like the first time you used soft water down on my luck, caught unaware like houdini when the last fist [bad word] if i’m sinking and laughing at something sunken in, i am sucking [bad word] for drink tickets at the free bar at my cousin’s bat mitzvah cutting the punch line and it ain’t no joke devoid of all hope circus mirrors and pot smoke picking fights on [bad word] night with shirlies and lokes and snatching purses doing out on karaoke and forgetting all the verses blowing kisses to disinterested [bad word] playing lead lay in a bad way on broadway sending y smses to my exes new man cause i can on the road trying to break an old van eating [bad word] for new fangs, i am what the [bad word] using purell till my hands bleed and swell missing mail at a motel 6, i’m unwell if i’m sinking and laughing at something sunken in, i am it feels exciting touching your handwriting getting horny by reading it and repeating poor me intently staring at the picture of your feet on the sticker at the r. crohn’s exhibit, i wonder who’s sicker jerking off in an art museum john till my [bad word] hurts the kind of [bad word] i won’t admit to my head shrinker not even in a whisper to my own little sister i just act like a [bad word] and talk [bad word] when i’m with her aught six i’ll say the friday before easter was not what i cried to myself in the [bad word] and with you in the front row at the silver jews show and you act like you didn’t notice, my fear of the bear at showbiz pizza when i saw six was overwhelming and not dissimilar to this if i’m sinking and something sunken in, i am at jacob han’s on tour i wake up hung over on a hardwood floor from a dream about how your dress hangs off of your little [bad word] i’d rather be dead than call this song how i lost your respect but god bless or get neglected and i’ll see you when the sun sets east, don’t forget me