You're Full Of Shit
(Music and words by John Morton)

From the goddamn first thing I do in the morning till the goddamn last thing I do at night
Oh wouldn't it be so terrible nice 
'Cause you ever want to get it right

All my goddamn ex-friends they oh so politely criticize me and advise me
They don't know what they're talking about they don't mean a thing
A bunch of stupid assholes hanging on a strings and you're full of shit and you know it's true

When I'm riding in my car to some hotel to some crummy bar
Please preacher, cure her and send her back home 
Wherever you go whatever you do
Goodness gracious
Shape to shape, form to form 
In a circular motion, full erosion
You're so full of shit, and you know it's true
Cause we all heard ya', talkin' on the telephone, full of shit, full of shit


Molatov cocktails, death and dada,
Don't you ever want to get it right
Sally and Judy were standing next to me
And they said that you said that Hiedi was a real drag
Leave on a plane, drivin' Novocain
See you next summer have another bummer
You're full of shit and your ugly of face
And your full of shit and you know it's true
The same thing amigo applies to you

Drivin in my car oh baby see you round summertime
Drivin in the air' I just think that it isn't quite fair to me
And shape to shape, form to form 
Funny little motion, full erosion
You're so full of shit you know it's true
same thing applies to me applies to you
You're full of shit, full of shit, full of shit you're full of shit full of shit

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