Suicide Seven - Steaming Pile Lyrics

All my love is overgrown
It's wasted on the microphones and the strangers that clap their hands
They clap their hands
They clap clap their hands

And my ego is a maniac
It's crushing my bones and it's taking my heart and soul for a ride
And I tell her this and I tell her that
But still she says

Kam I don't know
It's always three steps back and a bottle of love
Will get you nowhere get you nowhere for sure tonight

Oh and I tried so hard
To tell her
That my whole life for a while
Was steaming pile
And I got through it
Oh baby I think I made it through
But my whole life for a while
Was nothing more than steaming pile