Can’t you see I’m easily bothered by persistance?
One step away from lashing out at you…
You want in to get under my skin and call yourself a friend.
I’ve got more friends like you
What do I do ?
Is there no standard anymore?

What it takes, who am I, where I’ve been, belong
You can’t be something you’re not

Be yourself, by yourself, stay away from me
A lesson learned in life, known from the dawn of time

Respect. Walk

Run your mouth when I’m not around, it’s easy to acheive.
You cry to weak friends that sympathize. Can you hear the
violins playing your song? Those same friens tell me your
every word

Are you talking to me?

No way punk!

A B C D E F G H I gotta’ gal wears her toenails long.
Drives a red Barracuda, singin’ meat packer songs
And she ain’t from Kalamazoo.

A B C D E F G H I gotta’ friend lived in a Mercedes-Benz.
Then a 55 Chrysler where the trunk never ends/
And the plates say Kalamazoo.

He had a steady job and watched what he spent.
He’d say I don’t believe in payin’ no goddamn rent.
I’ll squirrel away every goddamn cent
and buy my own damn house in Kalamazoo.

I knew a guy that mangled his hand,
and he went from pipe fittin’ to a hot dog stand.
They say last year he cleared fifty grand
selling dogs round Kalamazoo.

She turned to the world with a bastard child.
Said, “I just can’t handle him he’s too damn wild”.
But the years and the liquor have made him mild.
And he lays around in Kalamazoo.