Infected tattoo

Infected tattoo Lyrics

okay already: i'm here to tell you i'm having yet another
sh*tty day.
i swear, sometimes my sh*tty days run into each other giving
me a sh*tty weeks.
i think i'm in the middle of a sh*tty month... that's sh*tty!

my goddamn arm is totally f**ked up.
i want to cut it off at the elbow.
i don't know what the f**king problem is! i mean, i'm a
hygienic clean girl.
i smell good ya know... clean... squeaky!
strawberry glycerin scented soap everyday, all over me
everywhere, come here...
smell me. taste me. good, hey?
okay, you can stop now 'cuz you're making me feel
uncomfortable.
i hardly know you.

anyways, the point i'm making is i'm a well-bathed clean little
girl, so then...
what the f**k is up with my arm?
it absolutely has devastated me.
it grosses me out.
it hurts like a bastard,
opposed to when i was having it done and it hurt like a b**ch.

in the bible it says you're not supposed to mutilate or
decorate your body,
'cuz god will get really cheezed at you,
but that guy jesus died for are sins right?
so i figure when i get to heaven,
right before i have a drink with bob karsnarik and andrew
wood,
i'll get an appointment with god and explain to him,
i could wear long sleeve shirts and no one would see them!
i hope he goes for it.
i bet krishna and those dudes would let me hang out at their
pad if god was too bummed at me.
or i could just wait at the gates for my mom,
'cuz she'll outlive me, and then she could go talk to him about
me,
kinda like she did when i got suspended in grade
10 for smoking in the boys' washroom and she had to
schmooze the principal.

uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yet another sh*tty day.
sometimes i swear my sh*tty days run into each other,
giving me a sh*tty weeks.
i think i'm in the middle of a sh*tty month: that's: sh*tty!