Lyrics:

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.