Lyrics

They can't say how great they got it without you feeling shame For nothing but being the best at being a sentient punching bag As you're taking all the hits from all the rotten little shits Swinging their dicks and giving lip while the wolves at bay And don't they all seem bored wasting the house you can't afford Hanging them out to dry on a rusty wire over open flames And all you can say is what a drag What a drag always a drag