The BOYS (Live)

The BOYS have jizzed all over my blue IKEA chair The BOYS have jizzed all over my blue IKEA chair It was April when I first let The BOYS into our lives It's November now and we're still dealing With the repercussions It was April when they waltzed right through The doors to our home And they shat all over the kitchen counter And they pissed all over the concrete bathroom floor Without even making eye contact with me before The BOYS have jizzed all over my blue IKEA chair The BOYS have jizzed all over my blue IKEA chair The BOYS have jizzed all over my blue IKEA chair The BOYS have jizzed all over my blue IKEA chair Mica greets me every time he sees me Good morning Daria (One, two, three) The first chance I got I invited them over (I said) If they start now they will have finished by the time we get back So they got to work, unsupervised (unsupervised) Not that there was no supervisor on site (it was the) Young boy with the good smile Who sat in his white van all day Feet up on the dashboard Smoking and texting the girls he'd met Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Is when they go dancing, at the club, Saturday, they go dancing At the club, at the club, at the club, they go dancing At the club, down the road, and I'm not there, to watch you But I know, I know, I know, what you do At the club, with the girls, that you like, that you want, To kiss, at the club, to kiss, at the club To grip, so hard, they can't, tell you to stop To grab, their head, to shove, them around To push, their face, pull their hair, I can't move So hard, to slap, their cheek, to squeeze Their butt, to grip, their tiny tiny necks And their wrists, and their arm, and their thigh, and their ear And their bum, and their waist, and their hair, and their belly button You spit, in her face, in her hair, on her chest And you like, what she does When she doesn't do a thing to stop you