My therapist thinks you’re an asshole I have to concur that she’s right For when I show up at the gang bang Your asshole is nowhere in sight Chorus: Asshole, asshole You are an asshole to me, to me Asshole, asshole A soul mate you never will be My therapist thinks that you’re lazy I have to concur you’re a dud For when I bite heads off of chickens You won’t help me clean up the blood (Chorus) My therapist thinks that you’re lacking The traits of responsible men And all I can find is this tampon While my crack pipe is missing again (Chorus) My therapist thinks you have issues Avoidance or self-sabotage And probably why you won’t play with Those kids locked up in my garage (Chorus) My therapist thinks that you stifle Creative, artistic domains Because you object to my sculptures Made out of your mother’s remains (Chorus) But . . . My therapist says I’m not perfect Admitting my faults hurts the most So I’m sorry I burned down that convent The nuns trapped inside were all toast! (Double chorus)
The FuMP
2018-09-14
Psychologically disturbed pub song.
Bad beth and Beyond: lead and backing vocals, bouzouki, bass
Lewis D'aubin: backing vocals
Frank Bladen: backing vocals
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at the COG Secret Lab, New Orleans, LA
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