Eat a bag of shit you suck

I can't believe the luck you have

Its not bestowed upon me

And my pants are falling down

I would have another drink

Except it might be poisoned

By my mind

And my pants are falling down

I don't know what you've been drinking

But pour another one for me

My pants are falling down

The room is spinning around

My stomach is making funny sounds

I'm falling down

"Fuck you I hate you"

Is all she said as she slapped my face

And spit beer on me

And my pant are falling down

She said, "You're a no good, ugly, dumb, stupid punk rocker

With a bad haircut And your pants are falling down"

I don't know what you've been smoking

But pack another bowl for me

My pants are falling down

The room is spinning around

My stomach is making funny sounds

I'm falling down