Pest Control Songtext
von Andrés

I′m sorry I don't give a fuck about the weather
Sorry I don′t give a shit about the traffic that you had up on the way here
Hope your family loses all its recipes
And the stocks that you invested in all crash until they rest in peace
The same friends that I used to hit up Chain Reaction with are getting married, filing taxes, won't
Be long till laxatives
And me, well thankfully I'm in the same boat
But hopefully she never feels what a contraction is
I guess it′s not a secret I′m not interested in having kids
But things you want can change with age, and I'm what the example is
Father of the bride is mortified every time he hears a lyric that I write but


No one′s more disappointed in where I'm at in life than 18 year old me
I tell him chill, we go on tour all the time and we met Geoff Rickley plus we′ve met Anthony Green
We're sorry to tell you Andres but we′ve sent you to Purgatory
"Music Industry Purgatory" that is
You just weren't playing by the rules were you?
Now it's ok if you want to get out of Purgatory
Here′s what we′re gunna need
We need a suburban uneducated mother fucker to share his opinions on violence
We need a suburban uneducated mother fucker to share his opinions on war
We need a suburban uneducated mother fucker to comment on every injustice
We need a suburban uneducated little internet puppet