Ball Park Music - Bad Taste Blues, Pt. I lyrics

Five and one half, it doesn't mean I don't care Sick from the guts of another interesting quote 'Bout the time I left you for dead I have a theory based on nothing It's absolute crap, it's so compelling Publish me now, I'm a genius Face full of fruit, wow It's making me rage It's making me feel so bad For all of the others Making me feel so bad So neck your all friends I'll take you to town, reverend You're jogging instead, I want you to feel so bad Fistful of fingers and fishy business Under the cross, a baby whispers A whole lot of grub and mirrored windows Of Europe asleep so sound It's making me rage It's making me feel so bad For all of the others Making me feel so bad So neck your all friends I'll take you to town, reverend You're jogging instead, I want you to feel so bad Tradition on trial Tradition on trial Tradition on trial Tradition on trial You're making me rage I want you to feel so bad For all of the others Making me feel so bad So neck all your friends I'll take you to town, reverend You're jogging instead, now I want you to feel so bad To feel so bad