In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
\nButane in my veins so I’m out to cut the junkie
\nWith the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables
\nDog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
\nKill the headlights and put it in neutral
\nStock car flamin’ with a loser and the cruise control
\nBaby’s in Reno with the vitamin D
\nGot a couple of couches sleep on the love seat
\nSomeone keeps sayin I’m insane to complain
\nAbout a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
\nDon’t believe everything that you breathe
\nYou get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
\nSo shave your face with some mace in the dark
\nSavin’ all your food stamps and burnin’ down the trailer park <\/p>\n
Yo, cut it. <\/p>\n
Soy un perdedor
\nI’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
\n(Double-barrel buckshot)
\nSoy un perdidor
\nI’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?<\/p>\n
Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
\nBanned all the music with a phony gas chamber
\n‘Cause one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag
\nOne’s got on the pole shove the other in a bag
\nWith the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job
\nThe daytime crap of a folksinger slob
\nHe hung himself with a guitar string <\/p>\n
Slap the turkey neck and it’s hangin from a pigeon wing
\nYou can’t write if you can’t relate
\nTrade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
\nAnd my time is a piece of wax, fallin’ on a termite
\nThat’s chokin on the splinters<\/p>\n