Buddhamatic

Your momma's crazy,
She thinks that maybe,
I could be you Buddhamtic
And what do I get?
A burned out Joan Jett?
Red-lipped shrieking schizophrenic.
I want a bed
And I need to eat
Will someone turn down the god-damn heat?
You're really useless - a boy too safe and sweet.
You're really useless - a boy too safe and sweet.
Baby, my love is wearing thin.
Black roots and red ends
Tall boots laced to your knees and back again
And all things leopard
Even your sweater was something more than Warhol's wet dream
Stuck up a hooker, missed the boat
So I got the cabbie on the way home
I've got a spirit but man you really bore me
I've got a spirit but man you really bore me
Baby, my love is wearing thin
Even the people who loved you once will eat you
Sometimes you even like it 'cause it's real
Baby, when nothing moves me, everything crashes down
Lately I feel this way but only when you're around
Your momma's crazy,
She thinks that maybe
I could be your Buddhamatic
And what do I get?
A burned-out Joan Jett?
How can I survive this weekend?
No, another Peter Pan
I need a real man
You're so familiar and
I know what you've got planned
But baby, my love is wearing
Baby, my love is wearing
Baby, my love is wearing thin