Axe to Grind

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