Full time losers going nowhere Two steps forward And two steps back I stomp the pedal But it's like I'm stuck in glue One day I'll pass you by and keep My middlefinger up high, oh yeah You say I'm sick, you call me scary Just another shitload from your world I sing the butchersong and feel so satisfied Destination gory Graceland The sideburn demon's going home Zamboni nightride through the state of Tennessee