Lyrics:

Yeah
You're down there shooting blanks from broken guns
You fire all day long and still not hit a fucking one
Don't wanna know what some sick (sniper(?)) fuck considers fun
Prob'ly throw a party, served melted ice cream over crumbs
Just crumbs
Just crumbs

You prob'ly lick more ass than anyone
I guess you like the taste of shit on your tongue
No matter what you order, the same thing will come
A plate of refried shit, just covered in crumbs
Just crumbs
Just crumbs

'I never had a life. I don't even know what life is.'
'Have you? Have you? Have you?'
'I have what you'd call a life.'
'Everday of my life.'
'I have what you'd call a life.'