I can't stand the smell of stainless steel and food anymore
If I wait on one more jerk off table
I just might have to score that black handled nine milimeter
You're mom tried to fence the other day
She called me late one night drunk and coked out
Begging for company
I don't want to play this stupid American dream game anymore
It was all a lie just an alibi to build a class division civil war
My best friend growing up was Johnny Miller he lived next door
His father worked overtime as an alcoholic and his mother was a white trash whore
I saw the flashing lights one night in front of Johnny's double wide
He said daddy broke three of mommy's ribs
Because she said run Johnny hide