Lyrics

This is a simple song about a simple man named Stu a Wiley fox by nature calculating his next moves he keeps his door closed, avoiding the housemate who resides in the other room. A man named Douglas, intense and invasive, problematic moods. It’s getting too much to consume. Stu, have you had a gut full? Yeah he’s had A fucking gut full, it’s the way she goes, yeah it’s the way she goes, there’s maggots in the bin, three loaves of mouldy bread, a pile of sardine tins, patience is wearing thin, This is fucking shit. Yeah, it’s fucking shit…, What the fuck is this? It’s more dog vomit, three fuckin separate piles of vomit, I’ve had a fucking gut full of this. Stu remembers a time, a time of peace and bliss. Where he could dry himself with a towel that didn’t smell like piss .Bonnie get the fuck outside, go to bed, shut up, fuck me dead, it must be hard to breathe with a snubnose pushed in head.

This is fucking shit. This is fucking shit.

I’m sick of it, I’m so fucking sick of it. I’ve had a gut full of your shit. You’re pissing me off.