Steak For Chicken Lyrics - The Moldy Peaches

Mardi Gras came and went 

All my money has been spent 

How am I gonna pay the rent? 

Sitting on your face, sitting on my ass 

Who mistook the steak for chicken? 

Who am I gonna stick my dick in? 

We're not those kids, sitting on the couch 

My former life, I was a high roller, my former life, I had a sister 

Walked around in a diamond stroller, I abused her and I dissed her 

Found my calling as a part-time bowler, she got swept up in a twister 

Traded my wife in for a new three holer, first I laughed and then I missed her 

Who mistook these baths for showers? 

Who fucked up that leaning tower? 

We're not those kids, sitting on the couch 

Oh get on a greyhound and ride away 

Live on birthday cake each day, different dreams than yesterday 

Tell your grandparents that they're gay, tell your grandma, you're okay 

Steal their money and run away, kiss her cheek and run away 

'Cause me and my friends are so smart 

We invented this new kind of art we invented this new kind of dart 

Post-Modernist Throwing Darts, hit A Bulls-eye, cut a fart 

Smoking crack and cutting, crack 

Who mistook this crap for genius? Who is dancing on the ceiling? 

Who is gonna stroke my penis? Who is gonna hurt my feelings? 

We're not those kids, sitting on the couch 

Oh people are shiny like a brand new book, even your mother is a crook 

But if you get a closer look, but if I get a closer look 

There's shit on every hand you shook, there's shit on every road you took 

If you don't believe me, look at your hand, if you don't believe me, read the book 

Who made all these things for killing? Somebody's making a killing 

Who's pussy hole needs filling? Who's empty heart needs filling? 

We're not those kids, sitting on the couch 

Who mistook the steak for chicken? Who am I gonna stick my dick in? 

We're not those kids, sitting on the couch