Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel
I wanna tell you what's on my mind
I wanna bill you for wasted time
Wasted cigarettes that quenched your fix
And wasted spit I left there upon your lips
I'm getting used to the fact you left
I'm getting used to the loneliness
But even if you knew that, you wouldn't care
Now I sit and talk to an empty chair
And bang my head against the wall
And think up ways i should have told you to fuck off
But I won't lose a bit of sleep
'Cause I know that you're really just a creep
And I got something that I'm gonna keep forever
And ever and ever
Your leather jacket
Leather Jacket was written by Ben Weasel.
Leather Jacket was produced by Ben Weasel.
Screeching Weasel released Leather Jacket on Fri Oct 08 1993.