Infectious Lyrics

Okay Dad, whats the problem?

What's the problem??
I haven't got a problem,
I've got f*cking problems.....
Plural!! Wanna hear??

Sure...

Well most recently there's a scary mexican gangster dude
poking his finger in my chest...
There's this hooligan kids snapping their fingers at
me...
There's putrid rotting corpse of a dead horse stuffed in the springs of the bed
There's rooms blazing of fire...
There's a big fat needle from god-knows-where stuck in my
leg infecting me with god-knows-what...
And finally, there's me, walking out the door, right
f*cking now.....buenas noches!!!!!

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