Honey, I Shit The Hot Tub Lyrics - Dillinger Four

Watch the could form outside my window 

I light another as the city goes grey 

Face the whirlwind with a polite smile 

Resist the motion of self righteous crusades 

Some of the other live for deprivation 

It's not something that I could ever do 

I get my kicks from complete annihilation 

A brown paper bottle to kill yesterdays news 

The right sight but the wrong kind of vision 

A grain of salt dould do us all a little good 

Just when the world seems so understanding 

It knocks you over with a silent left hook 

I faced a thousand attitudes like this one before 

You can show me your restrictions 

While I'm showing you the door.