didn't grow up in the projects or the barrio
grew up in a trailer park in east no-ho
we didn't drink forties, drank it from a can
mother wore a mumu, we always ate spam
all my neighbors been on cops
they've all been on jerry springer
two tranvestites, a jeffry domer ringer
dad goes to work on the city bus
my brother cooks beef
my sister likes to fuck

used to have a girlfriend, her name was angel
left me for a drummer, they stole a winnebago
had some neighbors who won the lottery
bought a triple wide, parked it down on beverly
hills, that is
...movie stars
crack whores!

well, i don't wanna live...
well, i don't wanna live...
well, i don't wanna live inside a mobile home

i shouldn't have eaten that mushroom salad
i'm seeing colors, i'm getting higher and higher
ate a banana, i slipped and fell
fell on the carpet, he went to hell
then i died on the side of the road

i don't wanna live all alone
i don't wanna live inside a mobile home

well, i only took ten valium today
the doctor says i'm kickin' the habit
haven't called my shrink all day
the doctor says i'm doin' fine, i'm doin' fine
ate a banana, i slipped and fell
fell on the carpet, he went to hell
then i died on the side of the road
on the side of the road

i don't wanna live all alone
i don't wanna live inside a mobile home

hey man...you see the new mags i got for my gremlin?
bitchin', huh?


Lyrics submitted by cailin

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