Blow Pop (Better Than Cows)

Walked down to the corner store, feeling like a fucking whore
Plopped down my very last dime to get that cherry sucker
I had my eyes on it for quite a while
That cherry sucker would bring a smile

Pops, the old man behind the counter, said it would be thirteen cents with tax
I didn't quite know what to do
I thought I was through because I only had a dime
Then Pops' fucking smile widened, and he started talking about how I could earn that three cents
He said he had an electric blower, but it was on the fritz

Without it, it was like he'd lost his head
He told me I had to do the job, he'd give me the money
I had to have my sucker
He said he'd give it to me if I'd do the job, but he couldn't make it cherry
I weighed my fucking options
Decided what the fuck I had to do
I was going to get that sucker no matter what I had to do
Pops made me be a sausage sucker to get my cherry sucker
He made me be a sausage sucker to get my cherry sucker
I had to be a sausage sucker to ge that fucking cherry sucker
I had to blow Pop to get my Blow Pop

(guitar solo)

I can't believe Pop made me do that
That fucker
All I wanted was a sucker
I'm gonna go kill him now
So he doesn't tell anybody what I did
He'll be sorry he made me suck his dick

(guitar solo)

I'm going to go to my friend's house and get a big-ass brick
Took it to the corner store, and hit it over Pop's fucking head
And he bled some more
I killed Pop 'cause I had to blow Pop to get my Blow Pop