Life in a sweaty butt crack without cotton wool

Frustrated, Irritated, Incapacitated

The truth sucks, so we’ll make it up.

Ignore authority, superiority or anything that’s above me.

They do nothing for us, on there flash office chairs

Swinging their dicks with our lives, like we’re not their peers.

You're a bitch, you're a crook

An Indoctrinated fool with an indoctrinated book.

Where were you when dad went to jail

For smoking pot like it’s a world ending fail

There goes the money, Respect round the ear

There’s nothing at home but some f*$#s full of beer.

Things just go down, the drugs come around

An escape from living like we're drowned.

Underground, unfound, our words are profound but without sound

Then it begins, more sins, shit moves in.

Smashed head, face bleed, shit said, better off dead.

Call the cops, pedal drops and the chase is on, start of strong long with the bass on

It's all gone wrong, but it's the same song, the future was there, but it's all gone.

David Hunter