Code:
They filled me full of promises
Till it burned the roof of my mouth
I thought these jokers were my friends
Until they sold me out

Speed freaks at my door
It's all the same to me
Everybody's barkin' up the same ol' tree

Chorus:

I hate everybody but you
An' it won't get better soon
You rub me all the right ways baby
You'll probably screw me too

When you were told you're too old
To strip to pay the bills
You moved in with your loser friends
So you could take designer pills
Take it how you want it
Scream that you were framed
'Cause you beat
My sister's looks and all
But the sex is just the same

Chorus

Give it up
You still want more
I'll fight you to the end
You still want more

I put my heavy faith
Into a karma sucker's safe
Give it up
Give it up
Ooh yeah!

Chorus:

I hate everybody but you
Seems no matter what I do
I can't help feelin' paranoid
Of what's in it for you

Chorus:

I hate everybody but you
But I got no one else to turn to
If I end up getting screwed
Well, I might as well get screwed by you
and this song always makes me think of our idea of jamming the lot of us into a house



Code:
Come on down to our house
All the neighbors are away
We're invitin' everyone
We got take out and everything
The local P.D.'s been around
That's one right over there
And the chick that's sittin' on his face
Is glad that he is here

There isn't a time frame
Been doing it all week long
So come on by babe
And bring your friends along

Don't know what you're missing
Having a hell of a time
Don't know what we're doin'
But I think we're doin' fine

We got a band playin',the singer's 
 really fat
The cat is in the dryer
Who's the asshole who did that
Someone's in the bathroom
I think they're gettin' high
If they don't unlock the bathroom
I'll just have to go outside

Got no worries
Movin' right along
And what a great night, babe
To do what you think is wrong

Don't know what you're missing
Having a hell of a time
Don't know what we're doin',
But I think we're doin' fine
Nobody is leavin'
Cause we're all too drunk to drive
Three days later we're still here
And I think we're doing fine


Don't know what you're missing
Having a hell of a time
Don't know what we're doing
But I think we're doin' fine
Nobody's leavin'
Cause we're all too drunk to drive
Three days later, we're still here
And I know we're doing fine

God I think I might be attached to you assholes. Yikes!