Rotten Raisin Blues

(tsk,

tsk, tsk)

Kaz has got a rotten raisin Sits in bed all day and

stares

Spinning webs of conversation No one really cares

(hah, typical)

She talks shit about everyone

Underneath her sheets

Yeah, she talks shit about everyone

To everyone she meets (blah blah blah)

Curtains closed to block the sunlight

Typing on her little screen

Whispering her bitter gossip

Cruel and dry and mean

(so mean)

Oh, what a luxury to look down on the crowd

Safe inside a dusty room,

talking way too loud (shhh)

She talks shit about everyone

Underneath her sheets

Yeah, she talks shit about everyone

To everyone she meets (every single one)

Just a rotten little raisin in the bed (mm-hmm)

Spinning stories in her head