Looking outside, looking at the trees
and spitting on all those f**in' fleas.
They don't really like it a lot.
I just say "so f**ing what".
Spit pile, spit pile, spit it out, spit it out, livin' in denial.
Trying to think of the words to say. Maybe its not my f**ing day.
Blue sh** from my fresh slurpee
and horse sh** splattered on a tree.
f** authority! Yeah, anarchy!
And this is what I do when my time is free.