If I were to say to you, big tits

Would you hear another word I said

If I were to say to you, small hips

Would you wish me and my band mates dead



What I don't quite get

is just how this genre is supposed to be so understanding

With emails and phone calls and death threats and hate mail

I guess I'm explaining myself, myself,

To me.



If I were to say to you eat shit

Would you tear me down and kill my words

If I were to say to you suck dick

Would you find our little band absurd



What I don't quite get

is just how this genre is supposed to be so understanding

With emails and phone calls and death threats and hate mail

I guess I'm explaining myself, myself,

To me.



What I don't quite get

is just how this genre is supposed to be so understanding

With emails and phone calls and death threats and hate mail

I guess I'm explaining myself, myself,

To me.