Totalled my car
Shot my wife
Had my cranked-up son picked up and now the s**er's doing life
Wrote him at Christmas
He never wrote me back
So I sent him some candy
Cyanide and smack
Conscience took a holiday
Morals went on strike
Told the world "I'm number one!"
Do whatever I like
I want success
I want the rest
I want the Taj Mahal and a shopping mall and to see your daughter's incest
Bought a new car
Bought a new wife
Bought a new home and a who*e in Rome
And enough hash to last the rest of my life
Made several million
Wasn't satisfied
Felt something was missing
Oh, daddy really tried
My wife was always eating and always getting fried
Just after she overdosed
My goddamn doggie died
Success was all I wanted
But all I got was stress instead
I tell you life really s**s
It's so much better being dead
Dead!
Dead!
Successfully Dead!