Puppy Mills Presents Lyrics - Singles - The Gay Blades

I've got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive 

and i've got millionaire friends sending checks all of the time 

and with a milk box portrait blown up poster size 

well i might have found a way to keep some hope in their eyes 

we could pan handle on the side of the street 

in hopes of finding money and food for us to eat 

i could sell your body and you could sell mine 

if only we could find somebody to buy, it's over. 

well we could find God and join a seminary 

if i was Father Clark then I'd be Father Puppy 

After all God pays pretty well, 

We could pay off all the kids to show and never tell 

We could get a job making $5.25 or 

$5.15 depending on which side of the 

state-line, on which we reside 

i've got to brainstorm ways to keep us alive 

i was drunk in the moment you left me 

and i'm surely still falling down stairs 

she says baby don't bother i've fallen for another 

and i ain't getting up again 

well i've found myself back where i started 

and i've found myself one more good line 

she says baby don't bother you ain't never been a father 

of an idea worth calling "alright" 

ooh la la 

remember those guys who lived under the bridge 

they were a band once but we all soon forgot 

how the Gay Blades fell on hard times and slit wrists 

they've got no fucking money, cause they would not write the hits