Prick (What the Hell's the Matter With You?) - Bender

Glad to see your eating grapes in the band room

Stabbed your pickle and we paid for it twice

Kept me quiet with a shot full of gasoline

Pacifying but you can’t distract three

What the hell’s the matter with you

What the hell’s the matter with you

What, what, what, what, what the hell’s the matter with you

Heard you found someone to dig through your feces

Only pay him seven fifty a day

Ammunition for a short persecution ring

Spending money and you try to hate me

More than he’s worth taking his fare

More than he’s worth or the quarter you spare

What the hell’s the matter with you

What the hell’s the matter with you

What, what, what, what, what the hell’s the matter with you

What the hell’s the matter with you

What the hell’s the matter with you

What, what, what, what, what the hell’s the matter with you

[It Was a long time coming

Probably should have happened sooner

Every minute you clocked in

Could have been spent kicking the hell out of you

If you were you, and I was me

And what you thought was your’s is all mine now

If I could start all over I’d do it different

So you think you earned all of the money

You booked the show we played the fourth of July

Kept it up with secret knocks and the password

Left your footprints on the big Mac screen

Free is the world, free is the air

More than he’s worth or the quarter you spare

What the hell’s the matter with you

What the hell’s the matter with you

What, what, what, what, what the hell’s the matter with you

What the hell’s the matter with you

What the hell’s the matter with you

What, what, what, what, what the hell’s the matter with you