I was justified when I was five

Raisin' Cain

I spit in your eye

Times are changin'

Now the poor get fat

But the fever's gonna catch you

When the bitch gets back, oh, oh, oh



Eat meat on Friday

That's all right

Even like steak

On a Saturday night

I can bitch the best

At your social do's

I get high in the evening

Sniffing pots of glue, oh, oh,oh



I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch

Oh, the bitch is back

Stone cold sober as a matter of fact

I can bitch, I can bitch

'Cause I'm better than you

It's the way that I move

The things that I do



I entertain by picking brains

Sell my soul

By dropping names

I don't like those!

My God, what's that!

Oh, it's full of nasty habits

When the bitch gets back