I'm troublebound and there's nothing I can do.
I'm on a screw-up path just breaking things in two.
Ditched my beers but somehow wound up drunk.
I guess it all comes down to being a punk.
YEAH I MIGHT ASWELL ACCEPT IT, I JUST CAN'T WIN.
I'M GONNA DO IT FULL-ON AND SURRENDER TO SIN.
I'll just take it as it comes without obligations.
And try to struggle on through all tribulations.
The rent's not payed but I get no panic attack.
I couldn't care less cuz I still got my sixpack.
YEAH I MIGHT ASWELL ACCEPT IT, I JUST CAN'T WIN.
I'M GONNA DO IT FULL-ON AND SURRENDER TO SIN.
So what can you do when you're stuck with a beergut.
And all you ever read is low-grade smut.
Not pretty and with the dirtiest mind.
Living in the stripjoints and a little behind.
I might be the epitome of trailer trash.
And it doesn't look s**y with a scrotum rash.
But it's cool you see, this is the land of the free.
And sin is just a vent and it works for me.