I aint got no outfits to pick and choose
So I really aint got that much to lose
Pictures gettin fuzzy and its stuck on channel three
And the whole things lookin pretty silly to me
Fifty thousand more and Im out of the red
Heavy metal thrash band, its all a bunch of shit
People tryin to name me while Im tryin 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!
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