Dream City Film Club Pissboy
Now Pissboy puts on his piss coat and he,
Hits the town,
With a burning in the back of his throat,
And the flies all buzzing around.
Just like a worn-out whore,
With no sense of pride,
Greed for something more,
Burns his insides,
Burns his insides,
Burns his insides,
Burns his insides.
Yay all you losers gather round,
Yeah Pissboy, he's back in town.
Yay all you losers gather round,
Yeah Pissboy, he's back in town.
And he wonders if his mother's womb was a drunk-tank,
And if the milk from her breast was poison,
And he wonders if she ever loved him,
Yeah he wonders if she ever loved him.
Now Pissboy put on your pisscoat,
Hit the town,
With a burning in the back of your throat,
And the flies all buzzing around,
And the flies all buzzing round,
And the flies all buzzing round.
Yeah Pissboy you spent all your money,
All alone you can't go home to your honey.
Yeah Pissboy you spent all your money,
All alone you can't go home to your honey.
Now Pissboy put on your pisscoat,
Leave town,
With a burning in the back of your throat,
And the flies all buzzing around,
Around,
Around,
Around,
Around, around, around, around, around, around, round,
round, round, round, round, round, round, round, round,
aound.
