Do It Live

VERSE 1

I hate answering the phone, I hate answering the door

Especially when all I want to do is fucking snore

I hate cleaning up cat barf, I hate cleaning up dog shit

I speak a colorful language and I won’t fucking watch it

I hate lifting heavy boxes, I hate bumping into walls

I hate having to tell the dog to not scratch my balls

The little things I hate send me into a bloody rage

If throwing fits was a crime, I’d be in a monkey cage

CHORUS

I’ll write it and we’ll do it live!

We’ll do it live!

Fuck it, do it live!

Fucking thing sucks!

VERSE 2

Every character I have is on a violent rampage

Every song that I write is dripping with rage

Every story that I publish is drooling with venom

Every drawing that I make is another damn weapon

Every thought that I have makes me want to punch

A fucking hole in your skull and have it for lunch

I need anger management in the worst fucking way

Before the world at large is going to fucking pay

CHORUS

I’ll write it and we’ll do it live!

We’ll do it live!

Fuck it, do it live!

Fucking thing sucks!

VERSE 3

Maybe my short fuse can be blamed on schizophrenia

Or maybe it’s been a while since I’ve had an enema

Or maybe I don’t do enough yoga in hot shorts

Or maybe my blood sugar is a little low on quarts

Or maybe it’s my past of being stuck in class

With the pieces of shit and the pains in the ass

Or maybe I’m just born with a dragon fire temper

Or maybe I’m sick of being my own defender

FINAL WORDS

Do it live, motherfucker! Do it live! X4