Fuckin' In The Bushes Songtext / Lyric

Pick your nose with rotten toes
Dookey smells and hits new lows
Lies all start as just truth blows

Laughing at your sanity
Worthless thoughts can't bother me
Basically agitated

They say they know what I feel...but they don't know what I feel...
They say they know where I hurt...but they don't know where I hurt...

So sign the paper if you please
Till you do no one leaves
Leave your freedom at the door
Life's available at the department store

Shagging up with little girls
Buttercups and candy swirls
Sending out the nautious lies
Newly deads are self-despised

Shedding blood that sticks like glue
Now is old what once was new
Bleeding blood that sticks like glue
Now is old that once was new

They say they know what it's like...but they don't know what I'm like...
They say they know where I hurt...but they don't know where I hurt...
They say they know what I feel...but they don't know what I feel...
They say they know what I'm like...but they don't know what I'm like...

They say, they say, they lie...
They say, they say, they lie...they lie...

Passed out, knocked down to curb
Try to hit them, quickly swerve
Demons playing in my mind
I like the slimy gluey kind

Hatred, anguish and lots of malice
All is welcome in my palace
Evil doesn't acknowledge law

Abolish this what sweet demise
Burning, itching, bloodshot eyes
Celebrate this sweet demise
Burning, itching, bloodshot eyes

They say they know what I'm like...but they don't know what I'm like...
They say they know what I feel...but they don't know what I feel...
They say they know where I hurt...but they don't know where I hurt...
They say they know what I'm like...but they don't know what I'm like...

They say, they say, they lie...
They say, they say, they lie...they lie...

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, who do we appreciate?
Hate...
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, who do we appreciate?
Hate...