Uncle Sleepover Songtext
von Warmduscher

No more
Mister Nice Guy
No more
Color television
No more packed neat and tight
No more
In your face
(I′m not like that, I'm all right)
The Lord spoke
The Lord given
Uncle Sleepover taken
Seven days a week
(Uncle Sleepover)
Dripping with sweat
The constant shrieking of
Institutions
They all know my name
(I′m not like that, I'm all right)
I won't pay for their discos
I′m not gonna buy their sandwiches


I′m not gonna eat what they shove in my face
I'm dressed for success
Hair combed tight
Dripping with sweat
Tailor-made for Thanksgiving
Tailor-made for Christmas
Tailor-made for any situation that you need
This uncontrollable urge to let go
I′m Uncle Sleepover
I pay the bills
I'm Uncle Sleepover, uh-huh
I′m tired of the waste
I'm tired of the stench
I′m tired of the picking up the pieces
I'm tired of looking at their faces
I'm tired of cheap balloons
I′m tired of ripping up the stitches
I′m tired of being
Mister Good Boy
Uncle Sleepover