Prick - Vic Chesnutt

I was shaking with laugther

Scared the bratty children

Did I destroy the ambience

I’m sure for that hoity-toity patron

It wasn’t pretty when I looked into the face

Oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos

What’s the, what’s the, who’s the prick

We was hidden in the potted plants

I know and we was no obnoxious

But I could see, there in the sun room

The growing storm of disapproval

It wasn’t pretty when I looked into the face

Oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos

What’s the, what’s the, who’s the prick

I ain’t supposed to laugh

Can’t let your children see that

I ain’t supposed to wonder

What’s the, who’s the prick

What’s the, who’s the prick

What’s the, who’s the prick

What’s the, what’s the, who’s the prick