Donkeys Lyrics - Mama, I'm Swollen - Cursive

Don't lie, where have you been? 

Your teeth are red, your eyes are peppermints 

Sailing out to sea with your new best friend 

You don't like the way you live so you play pretend 

But isn't it time you act your age? 

You got a mortgage on your shoulders, got a babe on the way 

You shrug it off with a jackass grin 

Thinking as soon as you clean up you're gonna do it again, he says 

Whoa, oh, oh no 

I'm going to Pleasure Island, I don't wanna come home 

Whoa, oh, oh no 

The reverend says beware, he swears we're going to hell 

We may be donkeys but at least we have a tale to tell 

Don't start with the slap on the wrist 

I don't need no cease and desist 

I ain't fooling around and it ain't no sin 

So you best be stepping back those ugly ultimatums 

And never you mind what your old maid says 

There ain't nothing to complain so long as you're earning bread 

She's got a way of getting under your skin 

She plants a little seed of doubt, the guilt blossoms, she says 

Whoa, oh, oh no 

If you're going to Pleasure Island, you can never come home 

Whoa, oh, oh no 

The problem with you, kid, you can't say no 

You can't take a little nibble, you got to lick the bowl 

I pushed off, I'm sailing away and I ain't looking back 

Can't have you see me this way this just might be my greatest mistake 

Though when the future turns away for the present's presence 

My life was born of pleasure but it sure wasn't pleasant, he says 

Whoa, oh, oh no 

I'm going to Pleasure Island, I ain't never going home 

Whoa, oh, oh no 

I'll make an ass out of myself sooner than say, I'm wrong 

Yeah, I'll soon be bucking around in the mud 

Whoa, oh, oh no 

I'm going to Pleasure Island, I ain't coming back home 

Whoa, oh, oh no 

And mama's stuffing her Bible, she swears we're going to hell 

And papa just chills, he wants to come here as well 

We may be donkeys but at least we have a tale to tell