Gimme some time to waste my calling
shouldn't take long to shaft, if I'm balling
Then we'll get back to (*##$ing in stitches

and giving the man what he wants with our middle digits
and when we get around to trampling the temple
all smoky eyelashes and well-selected samples

will the guilt we know is there
grow out in the roots of our hair
or simmer back down

they don't know my natural color's brown
We'll march a solemn way leaving our masters in flames
"Your jury is me," we say.


High road ain't my road
lost and you're a loser

High road ain't my road
life's a (*##$, and (*##$ I will abuse her.


So it's high time we made up our minds about the shining
walk our $$#es backwards instead of just whining
and when my bottle blonde starts carving the barber

do I really feel my wit's got any sharper?
Hell yeah I will
Hell yeah I did

Who you talking at, you just a smart-ass kid.
I'll beat it out of you....


High road ain't my road
lost and you're a loser
high road ain't my road

life's a (*##$, and (*##$ I will abuse her