They can’t say how great they got it without you feeling shame
For nothing but being the best at being a sentient punching bag
As you’re taking all the hits from all the rotten little sh**s
Swinging their dicks and giving lip while the wolves at bay
And don’t they all seem bored wasting the house you can’t afford
Hanging them out to dry on a rusty wire over open flames
And all you can say is what a drag
What a drag always a drag