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The Pot Calling the Kettle Black
Words and Music ©2001 Butch Ross

Ain´t that the Pot calling the Kettle Black.
Telling me to let her be, while you help your girl unpack.
You´re no stranger to the danger of loving psychotic ex-teenagers.
But you act like there´s a manger where she gave birth in the back.
I´ve had enough of the hypocracy.
There´s a postcard here from troubleville and it´s not addressed to me.
See she´s a sea of trouble you should let her go,
there´s other fish in the sea y´know
but that´s the pot calling the kettle black.

and like the Pot calling the Kettle Black,
eyeing me suspiciously while she sells our stuff for crack.
You are just another rube who fell for lucifer with boobs.
I hear-tell better men than you have lost their pegs in her beartrap.

You best wake up to this reality.
you are not the only one who´s fallen for this fallacy.
I know it´s nice having her around,
but the TV is pawnshop bound
and that´s the Pot calling the Kettle Black.

and like the Pot calling the Kettle Black,
you are talking on the phone saying "don´t you take her back"
but there´s someone in the kitchen,
I´m not complaining,
I´m not bitching,
but i´ve got a strong suspicion,
it ain´t you who bagged the trash.

Hey, you and I, we must like living dangerously,
there´s a growing list of psycho-bitches with apartment keys.
I know mine´s been on your nerves of late,
but at least she don´t pontificate
and when was the last time that girl ate
(you know she just pushes that stuff around on her plate)
you´re not the only she calls her mate,
I could go on all night but wait...
that the Pot calling the Kettle Black.
yeah, that the Pot calling the Kettle Black.


[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-02-2002).]

-Br

The sentenced me to
20 years of Boredom,
for trying to change the
system from within. -L.
Cohen