Things like this
They happen all the time
Don't cry a river
Your arse is on the ocean
Blotting out the sun
But I think you'll be fine
No need to panic
They missed it this time
I'm sure no one will hate you
When they realise what a dick you are
They'll be too busy running
After your number two
Your teeth have always
Set my teeth on edge
Does your dentist know
What she's done?
Sun will never come
Over on you again
You're the prodigal son
You brought them pain
I'm sure no one will hate you
When they realise what you are
They'll be too busy running
After your number two