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.'