Fat-Mad-N-Gone

I’ve been watching all my shows
Throwin' trash for a few days
But the more I look the more it seems
To tower up in front of me
I said, I’m sad I’m on my way
But that’s a lie for a boyfriend
Give it here
Yeah yeah
I want you to feel sorry for me
Sorry for me
What do I need to get
A pair of shoes or some new friends
I get a call by the end of sixteen
So I can go all around sweepin'
Have a beer for seven eight
Somethin' new comin', can’t wait
Give it here
Yeah yeah
I want you to feel sorry for me
Maybe I’ll get a tattoo
Sayin' hey, I’m used to being bruised
Just don’t ask me, I can’t choose
I’m outta luck, yeah I’m bad news
I don’t play fat mad and gone
First the station, then the run