Uh-Oh (No)

Does the dog in fact own the man
Does the head in truth pat the hand
Does your service meet my demand
I wonder when I turned into Ayn Rand

Am I gaining more than I lose
Can I even tell whose gain's who's?
So expensive, yet feel so cheap
Do a better job of being skin deep

Uh-oh
Uh-uh-oh
Uh-uh-oh no

What if I'm a massive sellout
What if all of my teeth fell out
The prices that I have to shell out
Just to keep my arm candy spellbound

What about your indie values
Fuck em, may they not corral you
Is it good for my self-esteem
To eat her refuse and call it ice cream

Uh-oh
Uh-uh-oh
Uh-uh-oh no

Stepping over my dead body
Dry-eyed with a stick you'll prod me
Assessed assets, caressed carcass
Cassette taped carcass, questions to ask it

Uh-oh
Uh-uh-oh
Uh-uh-oh no
Uh-uh-oh
Uh-uh-oh
Uh-uh-oh
Uh-uh-oh no



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Writer(s): Patrick Walker
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