I抳e got a rifle on my back 
Swinging past the birch trees. 
Well I set of a bomb way back there. 
I don抰 care about nobody but me. 慶oz 
I ain抰 slack. 
Ran back home and drunk all the wine. 
Well I stole a bottle for myself. 
With insects crawling in my hair. 
The trees are black and 
I don抰 care. 慶oz 
I ain抰 slack rescued a cat from a tree. 
Its fur was all caked in dirt 
But I killed it dead for liking me. 
Yeah I stole a car and drove to town. 
Well I ain抰 slack