The Life

I got this no good dead wood motherfucking itch
And I am going to hell
They got this small pen, fat pig, two foot by one
And it's beginning to smell
I got this low browed white trash smoking my tongue
And I'm being kissed like a kid
They got this hi-fi big sound bleeding my ears
And I can't get rid

I got the life I never thought that I'd be born with
But now I'm itching for you to scratch me
Like all the records that your needle has worn
Like all the records that your needle has worn

I got a six pack big shit no deck kid
Who put it right when he sung
He took a mic in his hand like a prick on a rope
And waited there to be swung
They got this big light white wash spot on his tan
And watched it burning his skin
And then the hi-fi white trash smoking my ears
Got his face kicked in

I got this life I never thought that I'd be born with
But now I'm itching for you to scratch me
Like all the records that your needle has worn
Like all the records that your needle has worn

With a screen 'round my face covered in light
I will never go blind
I got this cable satellite nibbling my eyes
But I can't switch off my mind
I got this low browed white trash licking my skull
And it feels so good
It's got this big pull, half full little buzz
That I misunderstood

I got this life I never thought that I'd be born with
But now I'm itching for you to scratch me
Like all the needles that your records have worn
Like all the needles that your records have worn
Like all the needles that your records have worn
Like all the needles, like all the needles
Like all the needles that your records have worn