Over and Over I’m full of hate. Only thing I love is bed
For a huge salary that my wife and her mother spend
It’s not worth it, don’t need a house with 5 toilets
I’m not THAT full of shit, plus I’m deprived Joy, it’s…
What my life’s become, an empty shell of nothing
I take a look around and think, “This must be hell or something”
Being dead in my career isn’t worth the Ray Bans
Might as well be comatose for most of the day, man
I go to the bar first under the guise of working late
Never find me in a church, I’m the guy that shirking faith
I cover my head in shame, drinking and burping weight
Till I start to ask for shots by the color instead of name
Mixing my drinks, people are saying I might be sick
My life’s hard to handle like masturbating with spiky dicks
I grab my car keys after I mess with this Heineken
So I can go home and be denied sex from my wife again
Over and over; it’s like I’m chasing my tail, dude
Over and over; I’m just embracing a stale mood
Over and over; I’m not just taking a male view
Over and over; habits to break and I fail to
Cause no matter what path the righteous man takes
If he's different, he'll have to fight the classmates
Half Baked crawling like loners, I'm flowing in
Smashed me with a marble rolling pin, I fall in a coma
I’m not unionized so they can always get rid of me
And I think my boss gets off on causing me misery
He fucks his secretary and kids in Thailand
And Orangutans tied to beds on dry land
My co-workers are the same so the ties I try to sever
We’re all low lives, we just hide it better
Than poor folks in ghettos, a fake stance is vital
I work with prostitutes and drug dealers with fancy titles
Thinks I’m an abomination not doing what need be
If I don’t quit intoxication, she’s going to leave me
And I’d be happy if she did, replace her with a pit bull
But if she leaves I’m going to lose half my shit too
What type of mess am I in? Look at the stress on my skin.
From your lessons of sin, I know the guy you go to fuck
You made my life hell and if not, it’s close enough
Somebody’s dying, either me…or you…or both of us!
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