Puppy Mills Presents letra

I've got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive
And I've got millionaire friends sending checks all of the time
And with a milk box portrait blown up poster size
Well i might have found a way to keep some hope in their eyes

We could pan handle on the side of the street
In hopes of finding money and food for us to eat
I could sell your body and you could sell mine
If only we could find somebody to buy, it's over.

Well we could find God and join a seminary
If i was Father Clark then I'd be Father Puppy
After all God pays pretty well,
We could pay off all the kids to show and never tell

We could get a job making $5.25 or
$5.15 depending on which side of the
state-line, on which we reside
I've got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive

I was drunk in the moment you left me
And I'm surely still falling down stairs
She says baby don't bother I've fallen for another
And I ain't getting up again
Well I've found myself back where I started
And I've found myself one more good line
She says baby don't bother you ain't never been a father
Of an idea worth calling "alright"

Ooh la la

Remember those guys who lived under the bridge
They were a band once but we all soon forgot
How the Gay Blades fell on hard times and slit wrists
They've got no fucking money, cause they would not write the hits

The Gay Blades - Letras

• Bob Dylan's 115 Nightmare
• Burns And Shakes
• Cellphone Song
• Compliments Can Kill
• Dog Day Afternoon
• Every Night Is Like a Revival
• Hey She Say
• Mick Jagger
• N.H.D.N (Not Having Done Nothing)
• November Fight Song
• O Shot
• Prologue For The Pure Heart
• Puppy Mills Presents
• Robots Can Fuck Your Shit Up
• Shadow's Like A Ghost
• Shake The Graves
• Too Cool To Quit
• Try To Understand
• Wasted On The Youth
• We Wear Mittens
• Why Can't I Grow A Beard?
• Why Winter In Detroit?