作词 : Barker, Paul G.
 作曲 : Barker, Paul G.
Yeah
You're down to shooting blanks from broken guns
You fire all day long and still not hit a ****ing one
Don't wanna know what some sick psycho **** considers fun
You'd probably throw a party, served melted ice cream over crumbs
Just crumbs
Just crumbs
You probably lick more ass than anyone
I guess you like the taste of shit on your tongue
No matter what you order, same thing will come
A plate of refried shit just covered in crumbs
Just crumbs
Just crumbs
"I never had a life. I don't even know what life is."
"Have you? Have you? Have you?"
"I have what you'd call a life."
"Everday of my life."
"I have what you'd call a life."