Remo Drive - The ugly man sings

Of all the ^Dmchildren I've tamed Who must ^Bbbear this weight You have ^Calways been one of most r^Aesistance I can't^Gm comb your hair or eat your bread With^Cout being ^Abitten You're too ^Dmbig for my breast, But too^Bb small to pay rent And I ^Cdon't want to be your second^A mother When you ^Gmwrithe and twist in your spasmodic fits I feel ^Cnothing other than ^Abothered

^BbOften I ^Cponder ^FHow to send you back in^Dmto your mother I ^Bbthink you would ^Cbenefit ^AFrom more time in there for ^Dmdevelopment

^DmHow hard could it really be? ^DmHow hard could it really be for ^Cyou to be^Dmhave for ^Bbme? ^DmHow hard could it really be? ^DmHow hard could it really be for ^Cyou to be^Dmhave for ^Bbme? This ^Amcould be ^Ceasy

I've seen ^Dmevery seam, Every ^Bbfold, and every crease In the ^Cfabric of the world you ^Ainhabit I am ^Gmunimpressed by the will you possess, And the ^Cway you exer^Acise it Just like ^Dmany pest who has ^Bboverstepped, there will ^Ccertainly be some reper^Acussions I will ^Gmpoison the well in the place which you dwell, And ^Cleave without hesi^Atation

^BbOften I ^Cponder ^FHow to send you back in^Dmto your mother I ^Bbthink you would ^Cbenefit ^FFrom more time in there for ^Dmdevelopment

^DmHow hard could it really be? ^DmHow hard could it really be for ^Cyou to be^Dmhave for ^Bbme? ^DmHow hard could it really be? ^DmHow hard could it really be for ^Cyou to be^Dmhave for ^Bbme? This ^Amcould be ^Ceasy