Dayglo Abortions - Sperm’s Point of View lyrics
[Dayglo Abortions - Sperm’s Point of View lyrics]
The erection's got me ready
So, I’m strapping on my cap
Gonna find myself a fertile egg
When I'm blown from this sack
It's gonna be the best orgasm
That there’s ever been
The quiver starts, Its up the tube
Oh, shit a magazine!
Things ain't much fun from a
Sperm's point of view
Afraid there'll be no eggs
Just a great big piece of goo
Sitting in the sack waiting
For the sights unseen
But someone's got to tell the jerk
I can't make a magazine!
The whole thing's started over
But something's not the same
There seems to be a different pulse
Coursing through my veins
I feel the comforting grip of the
Walls that hold me tight
But it's headfirst in a piece of shit
This prick just can’t get it right
I wish I had another chance
To try it all again
But a sperm’s only got one shot
When ejected from a vein
We never know where we go
We leave it up to you
But we'd rather have a stinky egg
Than a rancid piece of poo
Things ain’t much fun from a
Sperm's point of view
Afraid there'll be no eggs
Just a great big piece of goo
Sitting in the sack waiting
For the sight's unseen
But someone’s got to tell the jerk
I can't make a magazine!
He's got a spermal backup
So, he's on the prowl again
Wadding through the disco bar
To find that special friend
He spots a bitch across the bar
He'd love to take her home
They dance and drink and catch a cab
To home and on the bone
The jacker finally got it right
I got myself an egg!
It's only just a one-night stand
But he didn't have to beg
Now she's pounding at the door
With her baby boy in hand
For alimony and child support
You should've used your head!
Things ain't much fun from a
Sperm's point of view
Afraid there'll be no eggs
Just a great big piece of goo
Sitting in the sack waiting
For the sight's unseen
But someone's got to tell the jerk
I can't make a magazine
So, I’m strapping on my cap
Gonna find myself a fertile egg
When I'm blown from this sack
It's gonna be the best orgasm
That there’s ever been
The quiver starts, Its up the tube
Oh, shit a magazine!
Things ain't much fun from a
Sperm's point of view
Afraid there'll be no eggs
Just a great big piece of goo
Sitting in the sack waiting
For the sights unseen
But someone's got to tell the jerk
I can't make a magazine!
The whole thing's started over
But something's not the same
There seems to be a different pulse
Coursing through my veins
I feel the comforting grip of the
Walls that hold me tight
But it's headfirst in a piece of shit
This prick just can’t get it right
I wish I had another chance
To try it all again
But a sperm’s only got one shot
When ejected from a vein
We never know where we go
We leave it up to you
But we'd rather have a stinky egg
Than a rancid piece of poo
Things ain’t much fun from a
Sperm's point of view
Afraid there'll be no eggs
Just a great big piece of goo
Sitting in the sack waiting
For the sight's unseen
But someone’s got to tell the jerk
I can't make a magazine!
He's got a spermal backup
So, he's on the prowl again
Wadding through the disco bar
To find that special friend
He spots a bitch across the bar
He'd love to take her home
They dance and drink and catch a cab
To home and on the bone
The jacker finally got it right
I got myself an egg!
It's only just a one-night stand
But he didn't have to beg
Now she's pounding at the door
With her baby boy in hand
For alimony and child support
You should've used your head!
Things ain't much fun from a
Sperm's point of view
Afraid there'll be no eggs
Just a great big piece of goo
Sitting in the sack waiting
For the sight's unseen
But someone's got to tell the jerk
I can't make a magazine