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Bump on a Log
by The Closets
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I'm a sad clown with a terrible frown, woe is me
A bump on a log in the corner of a keg-bearing party
Offered Jell-O shots, pills to pop, and can of beer
But I'm as bitter as a kitten stricken with its ninth life, I'd rather swallow my tears
I'm the spoiled, rotten, soiled milk he tossed out of his fridge
Looking on the bright side through my scope seems a sacrilege
I put out the lit cigar in my trembling hand
Knowing I'll never get cuddled or caressed my dream demon of a man
Those pulsating beats from the speakers really go to my head
Those voices in my brain, making me drained, would be better off dead
I'm the spoiled, rotten, soiled milk he tossed out of his fridge
Looking on the bright side through my scope seems a sacrilege
They're the life of the party on the strobing dance floor
Behold myself, a hermit crab, isolated, pretty boy of a whore
I'm the spoiled, rotten, soiled milk he tossed out of his fridge
Looking on the bright side through my scope seems a sacrilege
I'm a sad clown with a terrible frown, woe is me
A bump on a log in the corner of a keg-bearing party
I'm a sad clown with a terrible frown, woe is me
A bump on a log in the corner of a keg-bearing party
Offered Jell-O shots, pills to pop, and can of beer
But I'm as bitter as a kitten stricken with its ninth life, I'd rather swallow my tears
I'm the spoiled, rotten, soiled milk he tossed out of his fridge
Looking on the bright side through my scope seems a sacrilege
I put out the lit cigar in my trembling hand
Knowing I'll never get cuddled or caressed my dream demon of a man
Those pulsating beats from the speakers really go to my head
Those voices in my brain, making me drained, would be better off dead
I'm the spoiled, rotten, soiled milk he tossed out of his fridge
Looking on the bright side through my scope seems a sacrilege
They're the life of the party on the strobing dance floor
Behold myself, a hermit crab, isolated, pretty boy of a whore
I'm the spoiled, rotten, soiled milk he tossed out of his fridge
Looking on the bright side through my scope seems a sacrilege
I'm a sad clown with a terrible frown, woe is me
A bump on a log in the corner of a keg-bearing party
