I Ain't Go No Outfits To Pick And Choose
So I Really Ain't Got That Much To Lose
Picture's Getting Fuzzy And It's Stuck On Channel 3
And The Whole Thing Looks Pretty Silly To Me

50,000 More And I'm Out Of The Red

Heavy Metal Thrash Band, It's All A Bunch Of Shit
People Trying To Name Me While I'm Trying To Do My Bit
I Ain't Got The Patience Or The Time To Waste
Call Me A Rock Star You Can Spit In My Face
Gonna Take A Horse To Drag Me Outta My Bed


I'd Rather Hang With Drunks Than Hang Out With Myself
Well, The Booze Is Over There Take A Glass Off The Shelf
If You Ain't Had Enough By Tomorrow At Noon
We're Gonna Place A Call To The Boneyard Crew
Went To Sleep At Home And Woke Up In A Shed
Oh … Son Of A Bitch!