You’re Full of Shit

From the goddamn first thing I do in the morning, 'til the goddamn last thing I do at night

Oh wouldn't it be so terribly nice

Don't 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 onto 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 you, talking on the telephone, full of shit, full of shit

Molotov 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 Heidi was a real drag

Leave on a plane, driving Novocaine

See you next summer, have another bummer

You're full of shit and your ugly of face

And you're full of shit, and you know it's true

The same thing amigo applies to you

Driving in my car, oh baby

See you round summertime

Driving 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