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Whiner


It shouldn't have to come to blood shed
It shouldn't have to come to this
I never meant for you to be so bent
I never meant to steal a kiss

 

But now you’re making that noise again
Your wheel is squealing out for grease
You’re oversensitive to oxygen
You should be with the air police

 

Whiner, whiner, this is overkill
Whiner, whiner, take a friggin’ pill
This is overkill

 

You can’t take anything without your salt
You break a nail and write a book
You swallow bitterness with mothers milk
You’ve got the masses on hook

 

It’s like reality has passed you by
You bought a ticket somewhere else
You’re on a holiday from living life
and don’t forget your martyr cross

 

Whiner, whiner, this is overkill
Whiner, whiner, take a friggin’ pill
Take a friggin’ pill

 

Sometimes I feel like I’m a little green pea
You’re many mattresses above
Your very highness gets a bruise from me
I hardly think of it as love

 

And now you’re making that noise again
You piss and moan and piss and moan
With you a paper cut is worth a scene
I think you’re from the baby zone

 

Whiner, whiner, this is overkill
Whiner, whiner, take a friggin’ pill
Whiner Whiner this is really dumb
Whiner Whiner take a Valium!