Let me just sit here, because I can’t afford to stand up. I’ve bumbled through my whole life and given these speeches far fucking enough, and no one can explain away, why we spend our days as someone else’s working chump. I wanna change something, but I can’t get over the first fucking hump, and it’s not fortune or bath luck, I just can’t afford to stand up.
Got a lot to talk about with nothing to say, please tell me about your rainy day. All the blood and shit in the games you play. Partner, you went your own way
Knobby knee motherfucker in a Hawaiian shirt, got a Punisher sticker on your high dollar truck. I spend too much time thinking of you pricks, and you can’t buy enough guns to get a bigger dick. You get so fucking happy being a gold star snitch, but I think you need a new bag of tricks.