Lyrics

In the next world, you will have hell to pay
So I?m grateful and I?ll never supplicate
To your pumpkin, so don?t return my calls,
Just make like you?re away

For the record, they?d flog you in a public square.
Labor of Love, don?t you know that I won?t bear
Three straight days of your humiliation,
They?ll check you out of here

For the record, you are a colossal blunder.
You made a wreck of me, now run for cover.
For the record, there?s no fun and you?re the hitch.
I let you, I?m one dumb son of a bitch.

Poster Child for how to wreck my youth,
I revile all the f-ed up things you do.
If I wanted to entertain my jollies,
I?d find myself a booth.

You?ve determined that you won?t come out and play
Like a German, you think that I don?t make the grade.
You can?t treat me like a yeast infection,
I just won?t go away.

So I decided to put up a fence.
Mother told me, go put up a fence.
Don?t dive in the deep; you?ll wake up with the bends.

For the record, you are a colossal blunder.
You made a wreck of me, now run for cover.
For the record, there?s no fun and you?re the hitch.
I let you, I?m one dumb son of a bitch.