Don't Call Me Lyrics

Ain't gotta job yet
Hospital bills out my ass (hole!)
Changed CDs, hit a tree, now I can't see
Quite bizarre, I rolled the damn car

We were desperate one night
So we bought some Duster
Shit fried my brain, now insane, I complain
Everyone else is having fun

What is going on?
Where are all my friends? (dead!)
Now all alone, I piss and moan, and condone
Public indecency

I don't wanna leave you here alone
But I gotta do this on my own
If you ever need someone to call up late at night
Just remember, bitch, I've got call ID!

I've got blisters on my feet
And chunks of glass in my skull
A metal arm, medical card, airport alarm
Mangled face, now I'm Ricky G.

We drank some liquor one night
So it'll be hard to tell
Whether it's Chuck or Anthony
or that dickhead Mean Eugene
We're gonna see

I don't wanna leave you here alone
But I gotta do this on my own
If you ever need someone to call up late at night
Just remember, bitch, I've got call ID!

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