Interrupting Your Lunch Break

Where'd you learn to let the children burn?
I've got a feeling respect isn't earned
You bitch, you whore, on the bathroom floor
I've got a feeling the neck's a bit sore

That, that bag, it is just not
I'm actually sorry
It's not a candle-lit dinner for two

Have you seen October's disease?
I've got a feeling you look disgusting
A dog, a doll, a painting on the wall
I've got a feeling you're really not tall

Hey you
Yeah, you
You in the Ford Ranger
Go get fucking lost



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Writer(s): Henry Kennedy
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