Wanna get low
Wanna get high
Glueâ??s in the bag
like the clouds in the sky
Sticks to the cider, sticks to your lips
Wanna get the spiders off my hips
Try and make out
when you donâ??t get kissed
You wanna get it up but
she broke you wrist
Dadâ??s got your arms
and mothers got your fists
Crossing off the kids on the Xmas list

The F-Wordâ??s here
But the F-Wordâ??s bad
Curse my mother
And curse my dad
But I love my mother
And I love my dad
Wanna have all that they never had

Wanna get high
Wanna get low
Girlâ??s got your bottle
and she wonâ??t let go
So you grow up fast
You canâ??t slow down
Make another kid
with a bag for a crown
Motherâ??s in a car, dadâ??s at the door
Loveâ??s got an applehead
bitten to the core
Plugged-up eyes
Sockets all raw
Try to plug the gap
but you wonder what for

The F-Wordâ??s here
But the F-Wordâ??s bad
Curse my mother
And curse my dad
But I love my mother
And I love my dad
Wanna have all that they never had