Авторы: Louis Svitek, Rey Washam, Mike Scaccia, Paul Barker, Al Jourgensen
Yeah You're down there shooting blanks from broken guns You fire all day long and still not hit a fucking one Don't wanna know what some sick [striper(? )] fuck considers fun Prob'ly throw a party, served melted ice cream over crumbs Just crumbs Just crumbs You prob'ly lick more ass than anyone I guess you like the taste of shit on your tongue No matter what you order the same thing will come A plate of refried shit just covered in crumbs Just crumbs Just crumbs 'i never had a life. I don't even know what life is.' 'have you? have you? have you? ' 'i have what you'd call a life.' 'everday of my life.' 'i have what you'd call a life.'