Interrupting Your Lunch Break

Where'd you learn to let the children burn? I've got a feeling respect isn't earned You bitch, you whore, on the bathroom floor I've got a feeling the neck's a bit sore That, that bag, it is just not I'm actually sorry It's not a candle-lit dinner for two Have you seen October's disease? I've got a feeling you look disgusting A dog, a doll, a painting on the wall I've got a feeling you're really not tall Hey you Yeah, you You in the Ford Ranger Go get fucking lost