Aggravations
I bought you flowers but they died
So here's a beer in consolation
But I forgot that you don't drink
What am I supposed to think?Guess I'm filled with aggravation
These other chicks are all just loads
And their boyfriends look like toads
Mutual respect has disappeared
Everything is ruled by fearCan you sense this aggravation?
It's the symptom of a generationOn the TV kids dance in pairs
And they are covered in well groomed hairs
Where is this shit in real life?
Will all these punkers grow old,
Tattoo colors smeared instead of bold
And their piercings rusting on the sink?
What do you think?
Well, I don't think I'd rather just drink
But I've used that rhyme before
What do we have left but the puke covering the floor?