Banned from the bar and barred from the club
And clubbed by the cops for copping some drugs
Drugged down the street by his self-abuse
A candy-man hanging from a self-tied noose
ance in public with pennies and brownies
Not like the beaver of Harriet and Ozzies
He's a bastard son, a eternal curse
Lucille, ball-buster, crystal meth-el Mertz

I wasn't born this way, I was raised
Not by wolves but by jews I was guilted and hazed
A middle class clown waging lower class war
A Beverly Hill-billy peeled off the floor

The erratic irreverent reverend that reeks
Havoc and wreckage whenever he speaks
I'm not the first on your last second shot
A film about grave robbing without a plot

Throwing a party, a Darby crashing
My captain's sensibilities tells me to smash it
I am the shit smeared in your pillowcase
I'm not the texting, I'm the upper case

Ranting and cursing, he sings in the third person and then
I'll catch myself and start singing about me again

Because of your harelip I shaved your mustache
Your donor party has just been Darby crashed
I'm anti-Christ, the unoriginal sin
The ten months of relevant Johnny Rotten

I am the victim in victimless crimes
Painting the town red between the lines
Lose against a black hole when you always win
That's why I push my chips GG Allin