In
the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey.
Butane in my veins and I kept a chunky
with the plastic eyeballs.
Spray paint the vegetables,
dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose.
Kill the headlights and put them in neutral.
Star-Cup flaming with the loser in the cruise control.
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin G.
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat.
Don't keep saying I'm insane to complain about
a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt.
Don't believe everything that you breathe.
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve.
So shave your face with some mace in the dark.
Saving all your food stamps,
burning down the trailer park.
Yo!
Cut it!
So I open the door.
I'm a loser baby.
So why don't you kill me?
So I open the door.
I'm a loser baby.
So why don't you kill me?
Forces of evil and a bozo nightmare.
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber cause one's got a weasel,
another's got a flag.
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag.
With the rerun shows and a cocaine nose job.
I'm proud with a bulk singer's club.
He hung himself with a guitar string.
It's like a turkey neck and it's hanging from a pigeon wing.
You get right if you can't relate.
Trade cash for the beat,
for the body,
for the hate.
And my time is a piece of wax falling on a termite.
You're choking on the splinters.
So I open the door.
I'm a loser baby.
So why don't you kill me?
So I open the door.
I'm a loser baby.
So why don't you kill me?
Drive by bikers.
Yo, bring it on down.
I'm a driver.
I'm a winner.
I'm a loser baby.
So why don't you kill me?