Is it merely because you're down on your luck,
Or is 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 a muck,
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 what you can't do,
Even though they all do it too,
Now you're getting what you give,
Everything is relative,
Increase the cost,
We both are lost,
Now that I live with you,
Ahhhhhh ha ha ha haaaaa,
Is 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 have to lie to cut your hair,
But you got a couple of good things going for you,
You got a pentagram tattoo,
And an authentic didgeridoo,
Even though you can't carry a tune,
And the good times have to end,
Hope to see you around here again,
You best believe,
That I can't leave,
When I'm still in you,
