I've got a rifle on my back,

Swinging past the birch trees.

Well I set of a bomb way back there.

I don't care about nobody but me

I, no I ain't slack.

Ran back home and drunk all the wine.

Well I stole a bottle for myself,

With insects crawling in my hair

The trees are black and I don't care

'Cos I, no I ain't slack.

Rescued a cat from a tree

Well its fur was all caked in dirt

So I killed it dead for liking me.

Yeah I stole a car and drove to town.

And I, no I ain't slack.