Four Up From Bedrock Songtext
von Meathead

I put of the chore of clearing the sink
Of dirty dishes and half-finished drinks
I′d rather writhe here and rot on the couch
Than spend a second alone with myself
I think my landlady hates me
I buzz and I bounce, devalue her house with my hapless parading
A plea to the bugs in my kitchen
They're not even listening
What am I missing?


I think my landlady hates me
(Woah-oh-oh)
I think my landlady hates me
(Woah-oh-oh)
I think her dog would applaud
If I picked and I pawed
At my cheek ′til the skin hung
From off of the jaw
But I tried it and fucked it
Face down, dejected, disgusted