RV lyrics

Backside melts into the sofa

My world my TV and my food

Besides listening to my belly gurgle

There ain't much else to do

Yeah, I sweat a lot

Pants fall down everytime I bend over

My feet itch

Yeah - I married a scarecrow

I hate you

Talkin' to myself

Everybody's staring at me

I'm only bleedin'

Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes

No one speaks English anymore

Would anybody tell me if I was getting stupider?

I hate you

Talkin' to myself

You don't feel it after awhile

You take the beating

I'm a swingin' guy

Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod

And swing---

Toss me inside a hefty

And put me in the ground

A drink needs me

I don't

I ain't about to guzzle no tears

So kiss my ass

Newscasters, cockroaches, and desserts

I hate you

Talking to myself

Everbody's staring at me

I'm only bleeding

Where are the kids?

Maybe getting pregnant or on drugs or on welfare

On top of the world on the honor roll on parole

On the dodgers on the backs of milk cartons

On stakes in the middle of cornfields

On covers of future history books on old lady's mantles

Walkin' on water nailed on crosses

I think it's time I had a talk with my kids

I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me

You ain't never gonna amount to nothin'

• Artist:Faith No More
• Album:Angel Dust (1992)