Bitch Parade

True value, true thank you

For helping me dig this grave

Weaned on it, raised for it

Parents i scrimped and saved

Rough times for the rest

But lackey, we've got it made

Bed down in your movie, your life

Let the critics rave

I'm here to quell your fears

Done with your salad years

That's me the bitch around here

More useful now beaten down

Turn that frown upside down

I'm redeemed! Bitch of the year.

I hope god will forgive me

I think that he should

I've had dozens of chances

And I fuck up real good.

I wrote letters to jesus

And then to myself

I had high balls with santa

And sex with his elves

So much for salad days

I'm on the bitch parade. X4

**1st verse**

I was the rockstar that never got popular

You missed me

Cause I wasn't here

So goodbye to sex all day,

Binge drinking, special K

I'm sorry I thought that was clear

I had lunch with my boss

Who I'm plotting to kill

I would leer at his wife

but he's footing the bill

I'm the handsomest lamprey

With best sucking skill

I have leeches for friends

Here's to "keeping it real"

So much for salad days

I'm on the bitch parade. X2

Michael was spreading

The news of his wedding

And somebody else got a house.

so sing them a serenade

congrats boy you've got it made

I'm off this bitch parade now