In his eyes
I'm full grown
29 And still at home
Raid the fridge
Feed my face
I'm a son thats a disgrace
Living free
Don´t pay rent
Brought the car back with a dent
I'm asleep
Counting sheep
Thought I heard him scream again
Asshole son, you're a bum
You trashed the car again
Asshole son, what a bum, what a bum
Asshole son, mow the lawn
And put your clothes away
Asshole son, what a bum, what a bum
(Asshole son, asshole son)
What a bum
(Asshole son, asshole son)
What a bum
(Asshole son, asshole son)