(Vic Chesnutt)
I was shaking with laugther
Scared the bratty children
Did I destroy the ambience
I'm sure for that hoity-toity patron
It wasn't pretty when I looked into the face
Oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos
What's the, what's the, who's the prick
We was hidden in the potted plants
I know and we was no obnoxious
But I could see, there in the sun room
The growing storm of disapproval
It wasn't pretty when I looked into the face
Oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos
What's the, what's the, who's the prick
I ain't supposed to laugh
Can't let your children see that
I ain't supposed to wonder
What's the, who's the prick
What's the, who's the prick
What's the, who's the prick
What's the, what's the, who's the prick
1 | Mysterious Tunnel |
2 | Square Room |
3 | Bernadette |
4 | Until The Led |
5 | Duty Free |
6 | Arthur Murray |
7 | Woodrow Wilson |
8 | Old Hotel |