Hey! Girlfriend! When you find me face down on the weekend burnt out from my week of filth, you can brighten up my somber, help me lick my wounds of guilt.
Hey! Jenny's! Tall! Each week you turn up on cue with Enthusiasm and piss to drink and laugh and play riffs This really is the shit!
I feel so damn alive My Jenny's glowing bright Each week we gleam the light Learning Kennard hits and fry There's a standard we all follow Even as you sit and wallow Try to smile and raise a cheer through all the smoke and kegs of beer...
Hey! Momma! When you birthed me and raised me to think who could have figured I would build a massive pile of steaming shit I label art as I see fit?
Hey! Besties! Thanks for sticking through the thick and the thin Even though I don't always ring Credit's low and my wallet's been reamed Doesn't mean of you I don't think
Hey! Stranger! Danger lurks around the dankest corner That don't mean you can't adore her Love is blind and often tortures Don't trust me I'm just an author
