This song is called Eviction Notice, it`s a 2-parter
It`s about how drugs are the gateway to fun and flat laugh lines
There`s effort in her smile and it shouldn`t be that way
Her last days are being snuffed out in an ashtray, and that`s pricely
Trying to intercept the passing away I`ve asked nicely
But I`ve learned not to feed the hand that bites me
This morning the cradle rocks the hand
As I bang on pots and pans
she`s just playing in her warning labeled box again
She wants a man I can look up to, a role model to come through--
Don`t bother unpacking your car...cinogen filled thrill sticks
This girl will spit fire
Got me doing pirouettes over her guilt trip wire
I still skip by a land mine or two, see I`ve learned the landscape
All the while practicing my firm handshake
Hair, trigger-finger itch to spark any conversation
Said explosive personalities don`t part deadly confrontation
What happens in between her lips
She needs a fix more than she knows her friend`s a bitch
And needs to go
There`s a note on the door..
Eviction notice
`Listen, one of us is leaving, and when I say US I mean YOU...
YOU`RE leaving. (You`re leaving... You`re leaving.)`
I`m in the house y`all, I`m in the house y`all
And ain`t no little piece of paper gonna kick me out y`all!
What?? I`m in the house, I`m in the house
And ain`t no legal separation gonna kick my ass out
I`m in the house y`all, I`m in the house y`all
And ain`t no new boyfriend gonna kick me out, y`all!
Fuck that, I`m in the house, I`m in the house
Ain`t no snot-nosed brat gonna kick my ass out