Lyrics of 'Shed' by Trenchcoat Club

I'm going on out to the shed
I made a paper mache pinata shaped like your head
I didn't do it out of hate, I just got no one
And knocking bubblegum out of your head is really pretty fun
Mom worked in a coal mine, she didn't make much pay
I was a juvenile delinquent stealing paper mache
Now you might think this is insane
But you how can you think when you got peanut butter cups where you should have brains?

I'm going to the shed and your candy head
I'm going to the shed and your candy head
I made your eyes too green, made your lips too red
Where you should have brains, girl, you've got peanut butter cups instead

Well I'm starting to have my doubts
That we can shout it out
I'm out here in West Virginia
No one to see ya, no one to hear ya, fighting with a fake head
Knocked a hole in your mouth
For the first time, baby, something sweet came out
Well I don't know what's more confusing
Why I'm arguing with your fake head or why I am losing to your fake head?

I'll take you to my pick-up truck
and we all know what rhymes with truck, it's the word 'fuck'
You don't look yourself; my work was shoddy
If I weren't drunk on Schlitz, I might have made you a paper mache body
You may wonder why I made this pinata head
But listen to me, girl, some things are better left unsaid
I got no book smarts, but I sure ain't dumb
I nailed a 2x4 to a 2x4 and that's a 4x8 where's I's come from