Axe she didn't want it anywhere
She don't need anywhere
She's alright
She's got a fucking cross hanging in the goddamn living room
She don't even care she don't want it anywhere
She's alright
She's got a cross to bear
She's got an axe to grind
She's about ready to blow her mind
She's got an axe to grind
She's alright
She's alright
She comes in with the colostomy bag
And she's looking for the cat and the dog
And the goddamn kid and the kittens and the clothes
The food, the cooking, the sex, my [?] drugs
The tools, my goddamned truck
[?] throws my lunchbox at my head
I don't know why my videotapes are in a pile in the backyard
It makes me so mad I could spit
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