I aint go no outfits to pick and choose
So I really aint got that much to lose
Pictures getting fuzzy and its stuck on channel 3
And the whole thing looks pretty silly to me
50,000 more and Im out of the red
Heavy metal thrash band, its all a bunch of shit
People trying to name me while Im trying to do my bit
I aint got the patience or the time to waste
Call me a rock star you can spit in my face
Gonna take a horse to drag me outta my bed
Id rather hang with drunks than hang out with myself
Well, the booze is over there take a glass off the shelf
If you aint had enough by tomorrow at noon
Were gonna place a call to the boneyard crew
Went to sleep at home and woke up in a shed
Oh son of a bitch!
