Back in 'Murica

Day 3,059, 16:00 Published in USA Ireland by Hanzio

 In the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey. Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie. With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables. Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose. Kill the headlights and put it in neutral. Stock car flamin' with a loser in the cruise control. Baby's in Reno with the Vitamin D. Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat.

 Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain. About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt. Don't believe everything that you breathe. You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve. So shave your face with some mace in the dark. Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park. Yo, cut it...

 Soy un perdedor
 I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?
 (Double barrel buckshot)
 Soy un perdedor
 I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

 Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare. Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber. 'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag. One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag. With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job. The daytime crap of the folksinger slob. He hung himself with a guitar string. A slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing.

 You can't write if you can't relate. Trade the cash for the beef, for the body, for the hate. And my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite. That's chokin' on the splinters.

 Soy un perdedor
 I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
 (Get crazy with the cheese whiz)
 Soy un perdedor
 I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
 (Drive-by body pierce)

 Yo, bring it on down. I'm a driver, I'm a winner. Things are gonna change, I can feel it.