The Life

I got this no good, dead wood, motherfucking itch and i am going to hell They got this small pen, fat pig, 2 foot by one and it's beginning to smell I got this low-brow, white trash smoking my tongue and i'm being kissed Like a kid They got this hi-fi, big sound bleeding my ears and i can't get rid I got the life I never thought That i'd be born with But now i'm itching For you to scratch me Like all the records that your needle has worn I got a six-pack, big ship no deck kid who couldn't write when he sung He took a mic in his hand like a prick on a rope and waited there to be swung They got this big light, white wash spot on his tan and watched it burning His skin And then the hi-fi, white trash smoking my ear Got his face kicked in I got the life I never thought That i'd be born with But now i'm itching For you to scratch me Like all the records that your needle has worn With the screen round my face, covered in light I will never go blind I got this cable satellite nibbling my eyes But i can't switch off my mind I got this low-brow, white trash licking my skull And it feels so good It's got this big pull, half-full little buzz That i've misunderstood I got the life I never thought That i'd be born with But now i'm itching For you to scratch me Like all the records that your needle has worn