Axe To Grind

(Ah, she dont want it anyway, she don’t fuckin)

She’s alright

(Shes got it in the fuckin garage, goddamn
She’ll never know, she don’t even care, she don’t want it anyway)

She’s alright

She’s got a cross to bear
She’s got an axe to grind
She’s got it goin’ on
She’s got an axe to grind

She’s alright

She comes in with her colostomy bag
Shes lookin for the cat and the dog
And the goddamn junk and the kids
And the clothes and the food
And the cooking and the stash
And I’m sick of all the drugs and the pills
And the goddamn drunk drugs
The tools and my goddamn truck
And I’m gonna get a metal lunch box to the head?
I dont know where my video tapes
And I don’t know if it’s my fucking kids
Cuz she’s always a got a spare!