Letra de Giftshoppe
Cleaning up the mobile home All of this has got to go Markers stain the cardboard signs Littering the two-lane roadI contribute it to this Giftshoppe fodder Monster myth When the feeling leaves my arms I'll forget but not forgiveNever let your drunken heads Rest on obscene old man bedsYou perverted aging thug What age did your mind get soft? Why are your teeth just like mine? And you ain't fat but my hand goes up