Whack Of Shit - The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster

I sleep on bugs and rust

I don’t know why trees made her cry

She’s just a mucky bug

Oh No!

Here we go!

And I want more!

Can I get any more?

I met my maker in the grass

While rocks, they burn my guts

Protecting plants through sodium

It burns and boils my blood

Get out!

Oh no!

And I want more

Can I get any more?

Wow

The he judge he said, «You call yourself a man?»

«I'm just a man, I’m just a man» I said

My love she said, «You call yourself a man?»

«But I’m just a man, I’m just a man» I said

Wow

And I want more

Can I get any more?

And I want wow

More and more, please give me more

Please my love, please give me more

Please my love no more