Coach Fuckhead

A pretty day at the carnival
What happened?
My head was full (of shit)
I thought I felt something but it wasn’t love
I need some help from the lord up above (yeah right)
I need to see clearly what’s wrong with me
What is this reason that I cannot see? (*?)
What is this game?
I don’t want to play
Here is a voice, I hear him say:
“Keep your son away from my daughter”
The scene just keeps getting hotter and hotter

I wrestled once, I got pinned every time
But they weren’t trying to take what was rightfully mine (no sir)
But, you see, I don’t want it anymore
You can take it back and walk out the door (goodbye)
They keep blaming me for shit I didn’t do
But I don’t care now ‘cause, fuckhead, we’re through
Get out of my face, don’t invade the soirée
Quit talkin’ to me and don’t ever say?:
“Coach fuckhead”

“Keep your son away from my daughter”
The scene just keeps getting hotter and hotter