(Ah, she dont want it anyway, she don't fuckin) She's alright (Shes got it in the fuckin garage, goddamn She'll never know, she don't even care, she don't want it anyway) She's alright She's got a cross to bear She's got an axe to grind She's got it goin' on She's got an axe to grind She's alright She comes in with her colostomy bag Shes lookin for the cat and the dog And the goddamn junk and the kids And the clothes and the food And the cooking and the stash And I'm sick of all the drugs and the pills And the goddamn drunk drugs The tools and my goddamn truck And I'm gonna get a metal lunch box to the head? I dont know where my video tapes And I don't know if it's my fucking kids Cuz she's always a got a spare!