From the recording Golden Delicious
Lyrics
If it smells like bullshit then it probably is
Don’t tell me that you will, tell me that you did
If it smells like bullshit, must be coming from your lips
I ain’t never met a bull so full of shit
You say, baby, baby, baby, I got the key
Baby, baby, baby, better stick around me
With your two sharp horns and your faces three
And a twisted tale I do not need
Bull bull bull, I’m starting to see red
When you pull pull pull me back in the pen again
Full full full, you’re so full of it
It’s a wonder you don’t choke on your own bullshit
You can’t walk the walk but still somehow overstep
Every time you talk, another blow upside the head
Well there’s nothing left to do but to just play dead
And leave you alone with your own bullshit
© Laura Meyer, August 2011.