Puppy Mills Presents

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 fucking money, cause they would not write the hits