Letra da Música: Steak For Chicken - Adam Green

Mardi Gras came and went
All my money has been spent
How am I gonna pay my rent
Sitting on your face

Who mistook the steak for chicken
Who am I gonna stick my dick in?
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch

My former life I was a high roller
Brought my kids in a diamond stroller
Found my calling as a part time bowler
Traded my wife for a new three-holer

Who mistook these baths for showers?
Who fucked up that leaning tower?
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch

Oh get on a greyhound and ride away
Live on birthday cake each day
Tell your grandparents that they're gay
Steal their money and run away
Cause me and my friends are so smart
We invented this new kind of art
Post modernist throwing darts
Smoking crack and cutting crack

Who mistook this crap for genius
Who is gonna stroke my penis
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch

Oh people are shiny like a brand new book
But if you get a closer look
There's shit on every hand you shook
If you don't believe me, ask a crook

Who made all these things for killing?
Whose pussy hole needs filling?
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch

Who mistook the steak for chicken?
Who am I gonna stick my dick in?
We're not those kids, sitting on the couch