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  1. Feedback

From the recordings Turntable Tribulations and Feedback

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Lyrics

I didn't ask for your feedback
I don't care to hear what you have to say
Every little whine you make
Just makes me want to go away

Do you ever listen to your words
What do you think about them now
Before you open that mouth of yours
Think about who's going to hear it first

Sticks and stones break my bones
Sticks and stones break my bones
Sticks and stones break my bones

If I wanted to know what you thought
I would a put a comment box on my sleeve
You could leave me a little note
And I'd punch it back down your throat

But your words they always hurt me
Sticks and stones break my bones
Sticks and stones
They always hurt me

You know what they say about opinions
They've got a lot of fans
Everybody's got 'em just like assholes
And now we're all talking out our woooh

If I wanted to hear you say it
I would ask the question
Why can't you think before you spray it
You're getting your spit all over me
Alright alright alright

Sticks and stones...

Didn't your mom ever teach you
How to use your words
Make them sweet and gentle
Or I'll make you eat your turds

I know you want me to feel bad for you
I know you want something to be true
I know you want to feel part of the crowd
But the crowd isn't up your alley and it's much too loud for you
Owww

They break my bones
I don't want your feedback
I don't want your feedback
They never hurt me

I don't want your feedback
I don't want your feedback