Sloppy Seconds

Underground

Sloppy Seconds


Never thought we'd meet again 
A young wanna-be and an old has-been 
I wish I had a photo of this scene 
I've suffered through dependencies 
I still have violent tendencies 
I could sell my life to "People Magazine" 

But I don't care; I don't mind 
Just leave me alone or leave me behind 
I won't forget the way you let me down 
But I've gone underground 

So don't come any closer 
I might kick you in the nuts 
Can't place your face 
Can't stand your band 
I hate your guts 

It's just like Andy Warhol said 
Fifteen minutes and a kick in the head 
I hope you don't want sympathy from me 
There was I time I worshipped you 
But now I scrape you off my shoe 
I guess that's just the way it's meant to be 

And you didn't care, so don't pretend 
'Cause you weren't there; you weren't my friend 
In the end my only friend's a loaded gun 
And I hate everyone 

So don't come any closer 
I might kick you in the nuts 
Can't place your face 
Can't stand your band 
I hate your guts 

Don't come any closer 
Don't come any closer 
Don't come any closer 
Don't come any closer to me