Manners

I got all this love to share But Jesus guards my underwear Gotta get to class on time The teacher calls my name at nine I find pop appropriate But mom wants me to graduate Gotta get me a good job Or a bank job, or a bank to rob Gotta drop the kids off at school Then empty the kiddie pool They say I got manners Everybody wants to have Everybody, everybody Everybody hates to have Jelly beans with Billie Jean To celebrate my sweet sixteen Talking ‘bout the dress in pink But really thinking about drinking Stacked up high like tapes of porn In our bunk beds in a dorm They try to tell ‘bout the man upstairs They whisper down the bunks I whisper Jesus only tells me That he loves only when he’s drunk They say I got manners Everybody wants to have Everybody, everybody Everybody hates to have