Screeching Weasel Veronica Hates Me lyrics

Screeching Weasel
My Brain Hurts
Veronica Hates Me
She always has something to say to ruin an otherwise nice day She always
has to start a fight She doesn't like the way I think She don't understand
why i must drink to go out on Friday night But I know what she's doing I
know that I'm losing I know that she's screwing me Veronica doesn't like
the way I dress Veronica thinks my hair is such a mess Why the deposition?

Veronica's definition of love is hate Veronica hates me She thinks I oughtta
get a job and quit taking up space on her couch with my hand deep in my
crotch She don't know how to shut her mouth I don't know what I'd do
without her to drag me down She asks me when is the wedding and I'm getting
ready to yank out the net and push