Mystery Meat - All Leather

Just got out of normal jail

Now I don’t do coke because

I can’t stand tolook at my-self in the mirror

My dad lent my fine ass out

Now I gotta shit right through

My ribs on the kitchen floor

Is your man my old man?

My old man

He kept a

Loose asshole, and hated my guts

He kept his

Pecker up

Lied with pigs and burned the barn down

I saw loose leather

Lose its big britches

And the brown smell still

Liked to linger

So go ahead and

Make out with yourself

And hope the stench here will disappear

I knocked my

Dick in the

Dirt, where the bodies get buried

Next to the

Place I live

Right where the post that gets licked

But They say I’m different, the anti depressant