Bunchofuckingoofs

As i pass you on the street
I hear you whine, fuck, i’m so sick
I’m sure don’t have the flu
Fuck you, why don’t you suck my dick

You don’t look like you’re lying
Cos you really do look like shit
You can’t get your life force flowing
Without another fucking hit
And another fucking hit
And another fucking hit
And another fucking hit

You keep control of your doorway
Won’t let anyone cut your grass
And look pathetic panning change
From businesscum as they pass
Looking for any sympathy
Like your real problem was really bad luck
You’re all just pitiful losers
And that’s why i don’t give a fuck
That’s why i don’t give a fuck

You knew that it was bad news
From the first time you did a whack
Now your fucked and whining
Cos you’re wired to shit on smack
And all the times you stuck up
Your fucking nose at all the facts
You were just proving to yourself
That you were on the wrong track

You said that with you it was different
And it was totally under control
You didn’t realize just how fast
That garbage takes it’s toll
You laughed about the other losers
And said you didn’t give a fuck
But it you that’s now crying
That you didn’t make your own luck

So you thought that you were different
And immune to a junkies fate
You don’t even need to figure it out
Cos it’s already too fucking late

Some one will find you face down
Dead and stiff in a puddle of puke
And if i’m wrong and you survive
It will be a total fucking fluke