From my back porch I watch the pups while they play, I sip a brew and reflect on my day. Wondering if I'll make it through just one more single day, while putting up with these clowns, they're always in my way.
Don't you think I get tired of cleaning up after your mess? Just sit there on your ass it's the thing that you do best! Yeah you might have the other guys fooled, but don't think for once that I can't see through you.
Chorus: It gets so pathetic watching fools on full display, walking around like they're wearing a crown and oblivious to their ways. It is so poetic when the egg is on their face; what comes around, goes around.......
Don't come to me crying when you can't complete your task, let me tell you right now I'm tired of covering your ass! Always wondered why the chief likes you the best, guess you've spent time under the desk.
Chorus repeat.
credits
from A Taste of RickyRock,
released November 6, 2016
Guitars, bass and music: Rick Neidlinger
Drums, mixing and mastering: Borut Praper
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022