Blaming The Baby

i don't want to give you the time that you give me
i don't want to go to a be-in with you
put me in a box and cut into my psyche
you will find i'm done before starting with you

i know that daddy's reached his prime
now it's cradle robbing crime
but i'm too old for whine
just get it over with

i don't want to give you the time that you give me
i don't want to go to the islands with you
put me in a box and make love to my skeleton
we can snuff my soul and smoke after we're through

i can't play your touchy feel
it's not part of the deal
won't die for every meal
just get it over with

i know that daddy's reached his prime
now it's cradle robbing crime
but i'm too old for whine
just get it over with

good boy gone sour
locked in a tower
good boy gone sour
paid by the hour
good boy gone sour
good boy gone sour...