| Little Bastard |
| The grass needs mowin' It's thick and overgrown The weeds grow tall Around Lake Brenda I hit the juice Puts gravel in my goose It helps me fall Into Lake Brenda I odn't know if I miss it More than I miss you It's hard to differentiate Between the two I don't know how the hell A life could go so wrong A fish jumps from the water Arcs and then it's gone It's getting late I have to cut some bate And sacrifice it To Lake Breda I must be cursed I guess it could be worse I could be drowning On Lake Brenda ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |