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Steak For Chicken by The Moldy Peaches Lyrics

Genre: rock | Year: 2001

[Verse 1: Adam / Kimya]
Mardi Gras came and went / Mardi Gras came and went
All my money has been spent / All my money has been spent
How am I gonna pay the rent? / How am I gonna pay the rent?
Sitting on your face / Sitting on my ass

[Chorus 1: Adam + Kimya]
Who mistook the steak for chicken?
Who am I gonna stick my dick in?
We're not those kids
Sitting on the couch

[Verse 2: Adam / Kimya]
My former life I was a high roller / My former life I had a sister
Dropped my kids in the diamond stroller / I abused her and I dissed her
Found my calling as a part time bowler / She got swept up in a twister
Traded my wife for a new three-holer / First I laughed and then I missed her

[Chorus 2: Adam + Kimya]
Who mistook these baths for showers?
Who fucked up that Leaning Tower?
We're not those kids
Sitting on the couch
[Verse 3: Adam / Kimya]
Oh get on a Greyhound and ride away / Oh get on a Greyhound and ride away
Live on birthday cake each day / Different dreams than yesterday
Tell your grandparents that they're gay / Tell your grandmas they're okay
Steal their money and run away / Kiss their cheek and run away
'Cause me and my friends are so smart / Me and my friends are so smart
We invented this new kind of art / We invented this new kind of darts
Post modernist, throwing darts / Hit a bull's-eye and cut a fart
Smoking crack and cutting crack / Smoking crack and cutting crack

[Chorus 3: Adam / Kimya]
Who mistook this crap for genius? / Who missed that thing on the ceiling?
Who is gonna stroke my penis? / Who is gonna hurt my feelings?
We're not those kids / We're not those kids
Sitting on the couch / Sitting on the couch

[Verse 4: Adam / Kimya]
Oh people are shiny like a brand new book / Even your mother is a crook
But if you get a closer look / But if I get a closer look
There's shit on every hand you shook / There's shit on every road you took
If you don't believe me, look at your hand / If you don't believe me, read your book

[Chorus 4: Adam / Kimya]
So who made all these things for killing? / Somebody's making a killing
Whose pussy hole needs filling? / Whose empty heart needs filling?
We're not those kids / We're not those kids
Sitting on the couch / Sitting on the couch
[Outro: Adam / Kimya, both]
Who mistook the steak for chicken?
Who am I going to stick my dick in?
We're not those kids
Sitting on the couch
Sitting on the couch
Sitting on the couch
Sitting on the couch