HERB CRUST
Herb Crust, now that was a guy
somebody, sometime
he fell in the wrong.
It was the right place
time was unkind
he was wanted and tried
it looked like he’s gone.
But then who comes back in swinging strong?
He was singing a song, I hear it all the time:
“You’re just a fag!” Oh!
“A load of crap!” You’re!
“A washed up hack!” Thanks
Bitch, I knew that.
“You’re just a fag!” Oh!
“A load of crap!” You’re!
“A washed up hack!” Thanks
but, I knew that.
Herb Crust, now that was the guy
on everyone’s minds
he was sparkling fun.
In a wipe-out, caught by surprise
in the blink of an eye
the damage was done.
And guess who comes back in swinging strong?
He was singing a song, I hear it all the time:
“You’re just a fag!” Oh!
“A load of crap!” You’re!
“A washed up hack!” Thanks
Bitch, I knew that.
“You’re just a fag!” Oh!
“A load of crap!” You’re!
“A washed up hack!” Thanks
but, I knew that.
Now do I fill your needs emotionally
or do I physically tread on
every idea and thing?
every personal name?
shit on the stars you were wishing on?
No.
“You’re just a fag!” Oh!
“A load of crap!” You’re!
“A washed up hack!” Thanks
Bitch, I knew that.
“You’re just a fag!” Oh!
“A load of crap!” You’re!
“A washed up hack!” Thanks.