The Song of Life

(album: B-Sides & Rarities Vol.5 [2011-2016] - 2016)

I've been a sad motherfucker my whole life
That happy-ending type of shit's the stuff that I don't write
Under the moon I keep penning disturbingly turbulent words all night
Not thinking about the distractions
My thinking is backwards
My wings have been ripped and detached, word
And I'm the prime suspect
Why the fuck though? I don't know, I'm flustered
Bloody footprints in the sands of time, fuck it
I don't need to find a reason for my thriving self-destruction
But perhaps I need a reason to fight
Instead of dodging sleep, appeasing all these demons each night
Growing complacent in the dark, I seldom reach for the light
And even when I do attempt, it never seems to suffice
And so I leech my own life

Damn it!
Gnarly dude
I don't know if anyone's ever told you the story, the legend of old Skippy Johanson
He was a good man, an upstanding man, an upstart man who gets it started right up
He knew what he had to do to protect this town, to protect this county
He did what he had to do

Well anyway;
He used to wake up in the morning
At the crack of dawn
Right at high noon
And he'd, sing this song of life
How much he loved life, he loved life so damn much
So goddamn motherfucking much

God damn, I hate my fucking life
Sometimes I wish that I'd just fucking die
See the suffering in my eyes
I am not the one to play with
Step up to the plate, and you'll wonder where the plate went
Might just jump into a highway
You do you, I'ma do me my way
Maybe I'll take a day off of work just to work on suicide, wait
Hmm... should I go with drugs?
Then slit my wrists and fade under the water and a buzz?
Not a martyr to a cause
I'm just doing what I have to
So go on, call me selfish, 'cause I'm not as happy as you
Ha, fuckface
Fuck you and your fam for calling me a nutcase
Ripping on an empty fucking cup
Pacing round the room and wondering, "How long will all these drugs take?"

Finna fucking kill myself and man I feel so psyched
I've been thinking bout this shit all day and planning it all night
And I know (Oh my God!)
That I'll go

God damn, I hate my fucking life
God damn, God damn, God
God damn, I hate my fucking life
God damn, God damn, God
God damn, I hate my fucking life
God damn, God damn, God
God damn, I hate my fucking life (like)
God damn, God damn, God
God damn, God damn, God
God damn, God damn, uh
God damn, God damn, uh
God damn, I hate my fucking life

Until tragedy struck
Thirteen died that day
The mothers were never the same
The fathers were never the same
But the children... they really were never the same
I don't even know what to say anymore
But these goddamn son of a bitches
Down by the old watering hole