Donovan Wolfington - Hershel Tuesday lyrics

The actress never gives good advice But still you listen to her bullsh** every night And I'm just sitting flicking through channels now There's nothing on anyhow I'll let you in and you could be my vice We could dress up and pretend all night And I'll be sitting waiting in the backroom now Wondering why things never work out I'll let you in Figure out what it takes to be your friend I'll let go Call my doctor and tell him I'm coming home You call this a home Your bones are brittle; your eyes are sockets of fat Your skin feels nice but there is a product for that And I'm just sitting wait on the Baptist That sad f**er is radioactive I'll let you in Figure out what it takes to be your friend I'll let go Call my doctor and tell him I'm coming home You call this a home