Zero Trashy Blues

It's no good you saying you want a new life What was so wrong with the old life? Don't you know? I had plans on making you, my wife? Oh, praise the lord you lost all feeling Oh, praise the lord I gave up having a phone I don't want to call home And remember how you just left it constantly ringing. It's no good you saying it was all me Treating me like a dog Flicking me off like a malnourished flee Thank god I'm free to be amphorae. It's no good pans are flying It's no good you saying you want a new life What was so wrong with the old life? Didn't you want to be my wife? Oh, praise the lord you lost all feeling Oh, praise the lord I gave up having a phone I don't want to call home And remember how you said I was now just unappealing. Oh, praise the lord you lost all feeling Oh, praise the lord I gave up living in this monotone And realized I could have stereo And zero trashy blues.