Marla by The Bob Gordons Lyrics

Marla, she doesn’t care about religion
She doesn’t care about the state of the earth
Just the contents of her purse
She’s got a problem
But it’s not about her body
She’s got a mortgage that she can’t afford
And in her life she’s fucking bored she wants to die
I don’t think that I give a fuck this time

Tyler, he’s hell bent on destruction
He just wants to tear down corporate ladder
Then punch your fucking bladder (?)
He’s got a problem
But that’s not to say hе means well
He might as wеll join Hitler in the Holocaust and die
I don’t think that I give a fuck this time

Rupert, doesn’t know what is happening
All he knows is he wants to get by but he has no clue why
He’s got a problem
But it’s not about his life, he wants more
But he’s not to fucking sure
He wants to die
I don’t think that I give a fuck this time
What do you do when your problems come to you
Do you sit back and wait for them all to dissipate
Or do you stand up and fight like it’s your fucking right
You’ve gotta fight!