The Gay Blades - Puppy Mills Presents lyrics

I've got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive and i've got millionaire friends sending checks all of the time and with a milk box portrait blown up poster size well i might have found a way to keep some hope in their eyes we could pan handle on the side of the street in hopes of finding money and food for us to eat i could sell your body and you could sell mine if only we could find somebody to buy, it's over. well we could find God and join a seminary if i was Father Clark then I'd be Father Puppy After all God pays pretty well, We could pay off all the kids to show and never tell We could get a job making $5.25 or $5.15 depending on which side of the state-line, on which we reside i've got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive i was drunk in the moment you left me and i'm surely still falling down stairs she says baby don't bother i've fallen for another and i ain't getting up again well i've found myself back where i started and i've found myself one more good line she says baby don't bother you ain't never been a father of an idea worth calling "alright" ooh la la remember those guys who lived under the bridge they were a band once but we all soon forgot how the Gay Blades fell on hard times and slit wrists they've got no f**ing money, cause they would not write the hits