Puppy Mills Presents by The Gay Blades Lyrics
I've got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive
And I've got millionaire friends sending checks all of the time
And with a milk box portrait blown up poster size
Well, I might have found a way to keep some hope in their eyes
We could panhandle on the side of the street
In hopes of finding money and food for us to eat
I could sell your body and you could sell mine
If only we could find somebody to buy, it's over
Well, we could find God and join a seminary
If I was Father Clark then I'd be Father Puppy
After all, God pays pretty well
We could pay off all the kids to show and never tell
We could get a job making $5.25 or
$5.15 depending on which side of the
State-line, on which we reside
I've got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive
I was drunk in the moment you left me
And I'm surely still falling down stairs
She says, "Baby, don't bother, I've fallen for another,"
And I ain't getting up again
Well I've found myself back where I started
And I've found myself one more good line
She says, "Baby, don't bother, you ain't never been a father,"
Of an idea worth calling "alright"
Ooh la la
Remember those guys who lived under the bridge
They were a band once but we all soon forgot
How the Gay Blades fell on hard times and slit wrists
They've got no fucking money, cause they would not write the hits
And I've got millionaire friends sending checks all of the time
And with a milk box portrait blown up poster size
Well, I might have found a way to keep some hope in their eyes
We could panhandle on the side of the street
In hopes of finding money and food for us to eat
I could sell your body and you could sell mine
If only we could find somebody to buy, it's over
Well, we could find God and join a seminary
If I was Father Clark then I'd be Father Puppy
After all, God pays pretty well
We could pay off all the kids to show and never tell
We could get a job making $5.25 or
$5.15 depending on which side of the
State-line, on which we reside
I've got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive
I was drunk in the moment you left me
And I'm surely still falling down stairs
She says, "Baby, don't bother, I've fallen for another,"
And I ain't getting up again
Well I've found myself back where I started
And I've found myself one more good line
She says, "Baby, don't bother, you ain't never been a father,"
Of an idea worth calling "alright"
Ooh la la
Remember those guys who lived under the bridge
They were a band once but we all soon forgot
How the Gay Blades fell on hard times and slit wrists
They've got no fucking money, cause they would not write the hits