Bender - Prick (What The Hell's The Matter With You) Lyrics
Glad to see your eating grapes in the band roomStabbed your pickle and we paid for it twiceKept me quiet with a shot full of gasolinePacifying but you can't distract threeWhat the hell's the matter with youWhat the hell's the matter with youWhat, what, what, what, what the hell's the matter with youHeard you found someone to dig through your fecesOnly pay him seven fifty a dayAmmunition for a short persecution ringSpending money and you try to hate meMore than he's worth taking his fareMore than he's worth or the quarter you spareWhat the hell's the matter with youWhat the hell's the matter with youWhat, what, what, what, what the hell's the matter with youWhat the hell's the matter with youWhat the hell's the matter with youWhat, what, what, what, what the hell's the matter with you[It Was a long time comingProbably should have happened soonerEvery minute you clocked inCould have been spent kicking the hell out of youIf you were you, and I was meAnd what you thought was your's is all mine nowIf I could start all over I'd do it differentSo you think you earned all of the moneyYou booked the show we played the fourth of JulyKept it up with secret knocks and the passwordLeft your footprints on the big Mac screenFree is the world, free is the airMore than he's worth or the quarter you spareWhat the hell's the matter with youWhat the hell's the matter with youWhat, what, what, what, what the hell's the matter with youWhat the hell's the matter with youWhat the hell's the matter with youWhat, what, what, what, what the hell's the matter with you
