Lyrics:

Yeah!

You're down to shooting blanks from broken guns
You fire all day long and still not hit a fucking one
Don't want to know what some sick psycho fuck considers fun
You'd probably throw a party, served with melted ice cream over crumbs

Just crumbs
Just crumbs

You probably lick more ass than anyone
I guess you like the taste of shit on your tongue
No matter what you order, 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.')
('I never had a life. I don't even know what life is.')
('I'm used... I'm used... I'm used...')
('...have what you'd call a life.')
('I never had a life. I don't even know what life is.')
('I never had a life. I don't even know what life is.')
('I'm used... I'm used... I'm used...every day of my life.')
('...have what you'd call a life.')
('...have what you'd call a life.')
('...have what you'd call a life.')
('...have what you'd call a life.')