I suck on a bottle of red wine
Sitting on my old blue sofa
And think about cleaning my fingernails
The days run away
Like the spider over the carpet
And you're always so fucking nasty
Or was it a cockroach?
You are a cockroach!
Youd said: all you do is sit around
and think about life, being and death, I'm fat up with this shit
You're such a numb ass
What the hell's wrong with us?
I switch the TV on
We can't stop the war
or anything else