Criswell Predicts... Lyrics
Cause the day is coming when the ship hits shore, and the women won't need the men anymore.
They're sick of your attitude & sick of your sneers.
They're sick of you causing only trouble & tears.
Yeah, there's nothing you've got that they need you for, and the women won't need the men anymore.
They have each other for company.
They have each other for friends.
They have each other for everything.
The list it never ends.
You'll be lucky to be used for seed.
They really don't even need you to breed.
So you better be good, or you're out the door, cause the women won't need the men anymore.
Anymore.
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