Alright everybody we're gonna tell them
What it's really like to be one of us
What it's really like to be the ones who gotta
Go through the shit that it takes to do what we do alright?
Let me hear you
I got a problem that I can't figure out
I like to call it Mr wests bank account
Cause I think I'm at the bottom then it just keeps going
No matter how much farmland I buy in Wyoming
The music business don't got any business in music
Since it's probably just another drug that I've been abusing
As if addiction wasn't already so fucking confusing
They tell me it's a gift
Maybe I don't give a shit
Cause my daddy love liquor
And my mommy love work
And my grampy love facebook
And my grammy loves church
I don't wanna live my life this
Everything I do becomes a fix
I'm just trying to explain myself
When I tell you that I hate myself
Well every now and then you might feel depressed
When even though you know you're doing your best
You could be a fucking genius and you still feel stupid
Or have a giant penis but you just can't use it
Cause people who decide they wanna live in their dream
Tend to run the risk of almost always being asleep
And some people never wake up when they're in it that deep
They'll tell you it's a gift
Thats some fucking crazy shit
(What are you so mad about?)
Cause my daddy love liquor
And my mommy love work
And my grampy love facebook
And my grammy loves church
I don't wanna live my life this
Everything I do becomes a fix
I'm just trying to explain myself
When I tell you that I hate myself
Thats why