Infected Tattoo lyrics

okay already: i`m here to tell you i`m having yet another shitty day.
i swear, sometimes my shitty days run into each other giving me a shitty weeks.
i think i`m in the middle of a shitty month... that`s shitty!

my goddamn arm is totally fucked up.
i want to cut it off at the elbow.
i don`t know what the fucking problem is! i mean, i`m a hygienic clean girl.
i smell good ya know... clean... squeaky!
strawberry glycerin scented soap everyday, all over me everywhere, come here...
smell me. taste me. good, hey?
okay, you can stop now `cuz you`re making me feel uncomfortable.
i hardly know you.

anyways, the point i`m making is i`m a well-bathed clean little girl, so then...
what the fuck is up with my arm?
it absolutely has devastated me.
it grosses me out.
it hurts like a bastard,
opposed to when i was having it done and it hurt like a bitch.

in the bible it says you`re not supposed to mutilate or decorate your body,
`cuz god will get really cheezed at you,
but that guy jesus died for are sins right?
so i figure when i get to heaven,
right before i have a drink with bob karsnarik and andrew wood,
i`ll get an appointment with god and explain to him,
i could wear long sleeve shirts and no one would see them!
i hope he goes for it.
i bet krishna and those dudes would let me hang out at their pad if god was too bummed at me.
or i could just wait at the gates for my mom,
`cuz she`ll outlive me, and then she could go talk to him about me,
kinda like she did when i got suspended in grade
10 for smoking in the boys` washroom and she had to schmooze the principal.

uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yet another shitty day.
sometimes i swear my shitty days run into each other,
giving me a shitty weeks.
i think i`m in the middle of a shitty month: that`s: shitty