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Life Inside Your Ass Lyrics
I wanna tell ya what's on my mind
But I'm hopin', baby, you can read between the lines
I got this vibe that I hope ain't true
But the things ya say don't line up with the things you do
I'm always waitin' for your shit to pass
And it's gettin' like I'm livin' life inside your ass
Ya think you're keepin' me in the dark
But I'm seein' more, more, more than I want to
Ya want me in a place where I can't read your face
But I'm gettin' what ya got deep inside you
You may act like everything's alright
But down here at the bottom it's gettin' kinda tight
You don't listen to a word I say
I'm just a piece of something you keep locked away
Ya pull me out when you need a man
But I want more than to kill your bugs and lift your bags
Yeah, you keep makin', I keep takin' out your trash
And it's gettin' really crowded up inside your ass
I wanna tell ya what's on my mind
But I'm hopin', baby, you can read between the lines
I got this vibe that I hope ain't true
But the things ya say don't line up with the things you do
I'm always waitin' for your shit to pass
And it's gettin' like I'm livin' life inside your ass
I got your asshole around my neck
Still I'd rather suffocate than smell what's on your breath
You're so retentive and I'm in the queue
Just waitin' for your heart to come passin' through
But the more I stir it up the more it stinks up fast
And it's gettin' hard to breathe up here inside your ass
I wanna tell ya what's on my mind
But I'm hopin', baby, you can read between the lines
I got this vibe that I hope ain't true
But the things ya say don't line up with the things you do
I'm always waitin' for your shit to pass
And it's gettin' like I'm livin' life inside your ass
I don't know how long I'm gonna last
I need somethin' to hold, not a bunch of gas
I'm down here waitin' and it's so frustratin'
I guess this is what it's like to live inside your ass
Yeah, you know where to find me - up inside your ass
I don't know how long I'm gonna last
But I'm hopin', baby, you can read between the lines
I got this vibe that I hope ain't true
But the things ya say don't line up with the things you do
I'm always waitin' for your shit to pass
And it's gettin' like I'm livin' life inside your ass
But I'm seein' more, more, more than I want to
Ya want me in a place where I can't read your face
But I'm gettin' what ya got deep inside you
You may act like everything's alright
But down here at the bottom it's gettin' kinda tight
I'm just a piece of something you keep locked away
Ya pull me out when you need a man
But I want more than to kill your bugs and lift your bags
Yeah, you keep makin', I keep takin' out your trash
And it's gettin' really crowded up inside your ass
But I'm hopin', baby, you can read between the lines
I got this vibe that I hope ain't true
But the things ya say don't line up with the things you do
I'm always waitin' for your shit to pass
And it's gettin' like I'm livin' life inside your ass
Still I'd rather suffocate than smell what's on your breath
You're so retentive and I'm in the queue
Just waitin' for your heart to come passin' through
But the more I stir it up the more it stinks up fast
And it's gettin' hard to breathe up here inside your ass
But I'm hopin', baby, you can read between the lines
I got this vibe that I hope ain't true
But the things ya say don't line up with the things you do
I'm always waitin' for your shit to pass
And it's gettin' like I'm livin' life inside your ass
I need somethin' to hold, not a bunch of gas
I'm down here waitin' and it's so frustratin'
I guess this is what it's like to live inside your ass
Yeah, you know where to find me - up inside your ass
I don't know how long I'm gonna last
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I'm surprised nobody has commented on this yet! It's a really funny song about how the main character gets some shitty superficial bitch for a girlfriend. She only appears to care about him when other people are around (because he is a rock star of sorts). He uses all sorts of great metaphors...related to the ass. He has to deal with all her shit, and man does it stink. It's tense and crowded, and he feels like he's got nothing to hold on to. Pretty simple.