Vermin from Hell

you think everybody is a low-level bastard
that must get mushy when you show your pasta
and better get wet when you get a hard on
shine ya shoes, cut your nails and mow your lawn
your life is great super stable
you keep your shmuck's copy
on a bedside table
you show your assface
in each pricey eating place
spank waitress' fanny
slipping her some little money
rare bitches not on sale
make you moody
you start to understand
that you are hui na blyude
you call an arm candy, go to downtown
later that night she will be founded drown
yeah you like it dummy
you love your tchotchke
brand new cars that you kiss
and make photos with
hellagenerous with your ladies
you pick them up from school in your mercedes
you give them golden rings and little pups
silk underwear that you claim back upon break ups
hunt with a whippet to start a day
leave dead rabbits in the woods to decay
little mermaids
softly tickle you with tails
bishops under spell
cuddle with vermin from hell