The Arrogant Sons Of b**hes - Spitpile lyrics

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.