Lyrics

I can sit around and bitch about shit like this all day A god given gift to look luck in the eye and still make a list of complaints I'm never satisfied No, this cheese doesn't go with the wine From where I sit roasting on this spit you seem fine Dear governor I'm knee deep in shit The punishments don't fit the crime Pardon the light (x3) The lines on my face make me nauseous to say the least They're gonna fade Scalped to the bone on the side of my skull Where my temples had the nerve to turn grey Are you satisfied? My masseuse is always misusing their time From where I sit roasting on this spit you seem fine Dear governor I'm knee deep in shit The punishments don't fit the crime Pardon the light (x7)