Why Is My Sleeping Bag A Ghetto Muppet Lyrics

i'm bore torn-worn and want country-western lust
our mouths are bigger than our feet
yeah our mouths are bigger than our feet
drywall dust breaks the pace of the cpr finals
there's a place that looks like that and it'll have to
find us
there's no sympathy in a blowout
there's no sympathy in a blowout
and you can go home but i can't go home