I'm troublebound and there's nothing I can do
I'm on a screw-up path just breaking things in two
Ditched my beers but somehow wound up drunk
I guess it all comes down to being a punk
Yeah I might aswell accept it, I just can't win
I'm gonna do it full-On and surrender to sin
I'll just take it as it comes without obligations
And try to struggle on through all tribulations
The rent's not payed but I get no panic attack
I couldn't care less cuz I still got my sixpack
Yeah I might aswell accept it, I just can't win
I'm gonna do it full-On and surrender to sin
So what can you do when you're stuck with a beergut
And all you ever read is low-grade smut
Not pretty and with the dirtiest mind
Living in the stripjoints and a little behind
I might be the epitome of trailer trash
And it doesn't look sexy with a scrotum rash
But it's cool you see, this is the land of the free
And sin is just a vent and it works for me