Is it cause you're merely down on your luck?
Or is it cause you're lazy as [bad word] 
Pick the words that best describe you,
Hide them in the soles of your shoe

Can you feel the [bad word] amok? [bad word] over you like a monster [bad word] 
You're not doing what you were born to do,
Stop pretending like you don't know it's [bad word] 

The thing I like most about you,
Is that you're held together with glue,
And you let them tell you what you can't do,
Even though they ain’t do it too

Now, you're getting what you give,
Everything is relative,
Increase the cost,
We’re both the lost
Now, that I live with you

Aah-haa-aha-aha-haah x 4

Is it our society that's making you sick?
Or could it be you're just a nasty prick?
Hiding all your meanest faces,
Retreating to your hiding places

Is the quicksand you're [bad word] too quick?
Cause getting out of that would be a neat trick,
And everything you do, goes nowhere,
It's as if you let Delilah cut your hair

But you got a couple good things going for you,
You got a pentagram tattoo,
And an authentic digeridoo,
Even though you can't carry a tune

And the good times have to end,
I hope to see you round here again,
You best believe, that I can't leave
While I'm still in you

Hay!
Aah-haa-aha-aha-haah x 4