Lately everyone I know
Has been sh**tin' all over me.
Hey you, and all of my good friends
They disowned my f**ing friends and me.
I guess it's because
I gotta go off in my little own direction.
But f** 'em all. I'll never follow.
They can s** on my erection.
Why do you drink?
GG, why d'you smoke dope?
Why must you live out
The songs that you wrote?
Over and over everybody makes my prediction
So if I get f**ed up I'm just carryin' on an old
Scumfuc tradition.
You know I've f**ed some ladies,
And I love to drink my Jim Beam,
And they both tried to k** me
Back in nineteen eighty-three.
When the doctor he asked me, he said, "GG,
How'd you get in this condition?"
I said, "Hey, a**hole, I'm just carryin' on an old
Scumfuc tradition."
(They wanna know...)
Why do you drink?
GG, why d'you smoke dope?
Why must you live
Like the songs that you wrote?
Over and over
everybody's makin' my predictions
So if I get f**ed up I'm just carryin' on an old
Scumfuc tradition.