Lyrics: Green Corn
Album: Ribbed
Artist: NOFX
 

Sometimes i think of all the places where i don’t

Wanna go

Then i think of all the things that i don’t wanna do

And when i think of all the people that i don’t wanna

Meet

I close my eyes and go to sleep

Tully, baby, you’re trapped behind your golden bars

I’m the prince of poverty hangin’ out in bars

Your life’s a mercedes, a mansion with a pool

My life’s on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel

Your obviousness disgusts me i see thru your macho

Lies

I’ll fight everything you stand for

There’s something in your purse baby, my head is

Getting sore

Maybe what we had was just green corn