Lyrics:

It started back in high school
So cool, king of the scene
You found that making people laugh
Was more than just a dream

The public took right to you
Like flies to a pile of shit
So funny and smart, so talented
But success just couldn't fit

Wasting your life
No future bright
Dancing on your grave
Living like a slave

Someone should've said
NFL, Efilnikufesin, NFL (2x)

Wake up dead in a plywood bed
Six feet from the rest of your life
And when you couldn't see your own dependency
NFL, nice fuckin' life

The whole world is your playground
Yet, you couldn't find the niche
Your only friends, they helped you through
Help you dig your daily ditch

The bottom line can't touch you
'Cause you're above the rest
Your little friend's the enemy
And the bottom line is death

Wasting your life
No future bright
Dancing on your grave
Living like a slave

Someone should've said
NFL, Efilnikufesin, NFL (2x)

Wake up dead in a plywood bed
Six feet from the rest of your life
And when you couldn't see your own dependency
NFL, nice fuckin' life

You lived a life of excess
Goddamn shame, it's such a waste
Just one too many cookies
From the batch no one should taste

Yet his memory stills stays with us
'Cause watching him was fun
Too bad that things weren't different
Who knows what he'd have done

Wasting your life
No future bright
Dancing on your grave
Living like a slave

Someone should've said
NFL, Efilnikufesin, NFL (2x)

Wake up dead in a plywood bed
Six feet from the rest of your life
And when you couldn't see your own dependency
NFL, nice fuckin' life