Rotten Man from Rotten Man by The Beepsters

Well there's bags under my eyes
Burn marks on my skin
But it comes as no suprise
To a Rotten Man

Rotten Man
Couldn't give a good goddamn

And ever since then,
Ain't seen no friends
I've been longing, I've been crying
I've been sleeping, I've been dying
Still ain't found no one ever, no one

When the poison starts seeping
And the ganglia weeping
You feel it in your plexus
When the Rotten Man come creeping
But this comes as no suprise
To a Rotten Man

Rotten Man
Couldn't give a good goddamn

Oh no, baby
I don't think you know just how Rotten I am
Do you know the Rotten Man?
From Rotterdam?

Rotten Man
Couldn't give a good goddamn about how you made me who I am.

Motherfuckers, you know it is what it is
Go back to my..little place where I can see what I be
I didn't choose, I didn't try
To make a life of how I want to die
When the feelings cease to feel,
You begin to cease what is real

So when you hear the floorboard creaking
Then you'll know just what to be seeking,
Oh caper baby

• Pet Rock
• Pop
• blue-collar avant-garde
• bong pop
• harsh twee
• sasscore
• Eugene