January from Pure Fiction by Spank WIlliams

I'm smokin' butts off other people's porches
When I still got a pack of Kools
That I found on the bar last night
Gettin' boys to buy me more booze
And words are flying out of my mouth
Without any stop or think.
I'm assaulting people with my really loud songs
When they just came here to drink.
I'm stealing sushi from Fred Meyer
And I'm eyeing the liquor on your shelf.
Things have gotten so bad
I ain't even speakin' to myself.

Well I show up at my home studio
When I just went there to work.
I bring Natty Ice and badly rolled joints
And I act like a real drunk jerk.
I prattle on about the boy who don't love me enough
And all the rest that do
And I just want to say, "go home you're drunk!"
But it don't work when you are home and its you.
I'm stealing firewood from Fred Meyer
And I'm eyeing the liquor on your shelf
And things have gotten so bad
I ain't even speakin' to myself.

It's just that bad, bad, bad behavior
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-bad.
And I shudder to think what my mother would say
But I ain't called her or my dads.
And it's true that I hate myself
And no one's sure quite why
So my very healthy solution is to just
Drink and drink and drink and drink and cry.
I stealing pine nut hummus from Fred Meyer
And I'm asking your man if he wants me or yourself,
Things have gotten so bad
I'm singing the blues about my self.

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