Well I’ve been somewhere in the middle
Drowning in the drivel
Whatever it’s all out of my hands
And I’ve been choking on the ashes
Of the burnt out middle classes
Finger fucking it with both of my hands
Goddamn-don’t you know who I am?
Goddamn-yeah

And now the futures looking brighter
For bad song writers
Yeah we are laughing just as hard as we can
The powder makes us funny, my shit’s all runny
Yeah, I’m writing this with trembling hands

Goddam-i don’t know where I am
Goddam-i don’t know where I am

Make way dead man leaving
For one night your town’s home
Make way my head’s heaving
Don’t touch me man I’ll throw
Ready to go (x4)

Pass the cheque and I’ll get it
Living on credit and everything’s running to plan
But I just can’t figure who leads the lead singer
Shut the fuck up man and pass me the gram

Goddam-i don’t you know who I am?
Goddam-i don’t you know who I am?

I’m ready to blowha ha fuck