You're Full of ****

From the goddamn first thing I do in the morning, 'til the goddamn last thing I do at night,

Oh wouldn't it be so terribly nice

Don't you ever want to get it right

All my goddamn ex-friends, they oh so politely criticize me and advise me,

They don't know what they're talking about, they don't mean a thing,

A bunch of stupid assholes hanging onto strings, and you're full of ****, and you know it's true

When I'm riding in my car, to some hotel, to some crummy bar,

Please preacher, cure her and send her back home,

Wherever you go, whatever you do,

Goodness gracious

Shape to shape, form to form

In a circular motion, full erosion

You're so full of ****, and you know it's true, 'cause we all heard you, talking on the telephone, full of ****, full of ****

Molotov cocktails, death and dada,

Don't you ever want to get it right?

Sally and Judy were standing next to me, and they said that you said that Heidi was a real drag,

Leave on a plane, driving Novocaine

See you next summer, have another bummer,

You're full of **** and your ugly of face,

And you're full of ****, and you know it's true,

The same thing amigo applies to you

Driving in my car, oh baby,

See you round summertime,

Driving in the air,

I just think that it isn't quite fair to me,

And shape to shape, form to form

Funny little motion, full erosion

You're so full of ****, you know it's true

Same thing applies to me, applies to you,

You're full of ****, full of ****, full of ****, you're full of ****, full of ****