Green Corn - NOFX

Sometimes I think of all the places where I don’t

wanna go Then I think of all the things that I don’t wanna do And when I think of all the people that I don’t wanna

meet

I close my eyes and go to sleep

Tully, baby, you’re trapped behind your golden bars

I’m the prince of poverty hangin’out in bars

Your life’s a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool

My life’s on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel

Your obviousness disgusts me I see thru your macho

lies

I’ll fight everything you stand for

There’s something in your purse baby, my head is getting sore

Maybe what we had was just green corn