Big Thighs, NJ

I stole a box of appliances From a strip mall in your hometown I sent 'em to you at the station In case you wanna spin, you juice around From your past life in the kick line You used to give all your tips to God I sent my meat truck door-to-door While you were cheering for the squad Well, you're the black sheep of the family And when the black sheep learns to kill You can leave big thighs, New Jersey With a great big space to fill There's nothin' slayin' in the second grade As little Lenny when he bought the farm There's Christina on her promenade And there's Christina with a broken arm What kind of film were we using back then To try to take one for the team? Who wrote the words to the songs we sang? The death reggae of our dreams Well, you're the black sheep of the family And when the black sheep learns to kill You can leave big thighs, New Jersey With a great big space to fill Long before I invented you Before your lips were pierced with pain I threw your thighbones on the fireplace I watched you streaking in the rain Now you're living in a school bus I hear that you're running with a stud I'd like to see you with your uniform Laying open in the mud Well, you're the black sheep of the family And when the black sheep learns to kill You can leave big thighs, New Jersey With a great big space to fill You're the black sheep of the family And when the black sheep learns to kill You can leave big thighs, New Jersey With a great big space to fill, yeah