Is it cause you're merely down on your luck?
Or is it cause you're lazy as fuck?
Pick the words that best describe you,
Hide them in the soles of your shoe
Can you feel the fury’s running amok?
Running over you like a monster truck?
You're not doing what you were born to do,
Stop pretending like you don't know it's true
The thing I like most about you,
Is that you're held together with glue,
And you let them tell you what you can't do,
Even though they ain’t do it too
Now, you're getting what you give,
Everything is relative,
Increase the cost,
We’re both the lost
Now, that I live with you
Aah-haa-aha-aha-haah x 4
Is it our society that's making you sick?
Or could it be you're just a nasty prick?
Hiding all your meanest faces,
Retreating to your hiding places
Is the quicksand you're in running too quick?
Cause getting out of that would be a neat trick,
And everything you do, goes nowhere,
It's as if you let Delilah cut your hair
But you got a couple good things going for you,
You got a pentagram tattoo,
And an authentic digeridoo,
Even though you can't carry a tune
And the good times have to end,
I hope to see you round here again,
You best believe, that I can't leave
While I'm still in you
Hay!
Aah-haa-aha-aha-haah x 4
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