Lyrics

Mushrooms and hookers
and lifers' disease ( disease, disease)
mishfits and shit kicks
Jesus without no spoon (no spoon, no spoon)
and I don't care what you think, you think, you think
and I don;t care, it feels like death in that room

Drinking and billiards
woodshed and woodshed (woodshed;woodshed)
and Betsy your love
I will never forget it (forget, forget)
and I don;t care , what you think,you think, you think
and I don;t care, it felt like death in that room

One night of whiskey
and bedroom meets porch (meets porch, meets porch)
you layed in that underground
till you thought it was yours (it;s yours, it;s yours)
and I don;t care, what you think, you think, you think
and I don;t care, it felt like death in that room