Something Sticky - Swingin Utters

Are you guilty of this game that got me in this seat

Or grateful for the cross that kept Jesus off his feet

Filling up the tissue box instead of using the sheet

Wipe off remote control don’t push button «delete»

Something sticky, something itchy my visions aren’t polite

'Cause I’m talkin' 'bout my life

The churches on my drive are gloomy in the light

Are you innocent of emission stains on my underwear

Or indecent, no complaints give a fuck or even care

The situation’s getting rough odors once foul are now fair

Are you tugging on the tension strings or are my rings caught in your hair

Something sticky, something itchy be killed my lonely heart

And seize when I’m in the crowd a small piece of the biggest part

Is the easiest to live out grab hold of my stiff limbs and catch me when I fall

Stick to what you got for the most part it is all