THE BULLDOGG

I'M A FAT CUNT I HAVE NO FEELINGSGo on and wring my neck Like when a rag gets wet A little discipline For my pet genius My head is like lettuce Go on dig your thumbs in I cannot stop giving I'm thirty-something Sense of security Like pockets jingling Midlife crisis Suck ingenuity Down through the family tree You're perfect, yes, it's true But without me you're only you Your menstruating heart It ain't bleedin' enough for two It's a midlife crisis... What an inheritance The salt and the kleenex Morbid self attention Bending my pinky back A little discipline A donor by habit A little discipline Rent an opinion Sense of security Holding blunt instrument I'm a perfectionist And perfect is a skinned knee You're perfect, yes, it's true But without me you're only you Your menstruating heart It ain't bleedin' enough for two It's a midlife crisis...