Suck on This
Through the door it slithers in, accompanied by its peers.
Always groveling for attention, while no one really gives.
In it mind it's full of wit, and quite the social king.
He plants itself among the rest, who give him deadly state.
It's just a matter of opinion.
Further now there's a man of taste, talent and precision.
To work and strive his years are fogged, has been his life's
compensation.
The stage is set, the perfect show is put before the mass.
Only to be ridiculed, by some slimey, pompous....
It's just a matter of opinion.
I just want to satisfy you. I would like to rectify you.
Pay no attention to what you've heard. This mediocrity is so
absurd.
But I won't listen to erratic advice. Don't make me ask you nice.
I just want to satisfy you. I would like to contemplate you.
Perhaps sometime we'll irritate you. I won't listen to sparratic
advice.
Don't make me ask you twice. I just want to satisfy you.
Note: The other songs appear on other albums, so I only wrote them once.