(CHORUS)



fuck math

fuck math

fuck math

judge a man by his next spring
plow the ho

what is over the next rise
hat for the sun hat for the rain
should I go to Europe fuck America
walls 7 feet thick to keep out the cold
or ne'r be a tree near by
bring the ashes from the fire into the bed
get kicked like from a donkey
so it didn't matter you drank all those years
go get some ice cream
when you return dad is dead

the yellow dandelion turns white
and there is no woman around to notice
kept getting kicked out of places
to afraid to go
who will start a fight with me tonight?

(CHORUS)

fuck math

fuck math

judge a man by his next spring