Lyrics

[Verse]
As I look what's here in front of me
I can't quite believe what these eyes have seen
Mounds of sugar (*gap*) in the stupid pit
And all the while I smile 'cause I'm the wunderkind inspired by nothing really
In an empty box just like Christmas time with a bunch of gifts for your (*gap*) kids who are slumbering in their big bunk beds
Twisting off, you feel like giving up
I'm getting off
You already quit your job
You're (*gap*) your worthless (*gap*) for thirty bucks while I'm (*gap*) that in a dirty stall
My squirting sounds like rip tides (*gap*) moths or filling bottles, a whole beach-load of the filthy (*gap*)
A drip just did not come out Timmy's spout 'cause he's a (*gap*) son just like Chisel, whose background really (*gap*)
St. Pat's is pointless, unless you celebrate employment with drinks at waterhole (*gap*)
(*gap*), your mother is so good at covering over it and acting like a noble queen
So get real, (*gap*) opulence is tarnished by (*gap*) nothingness
You'd be lucky if your daughter was the biggest (*gap*) and then got the stinking award for it
'cause history would know you for something, albeit stigma of course and
Trash heaps don't make the newspaper
But Sally does (*gap*) down for her neighbor, (*gap*)
You least of all deserve these greasy paws getting what (*gap*) put feet to floor for
You rich (*gap*) are the (*gap*) people to grip the shore and live it longer
The more money, the less lovely 'cause god despises ugly
You must (*gap*) dummies for pennies and have (*gap*) with degenerates' chips
'cause the world times three trails behind me
Why is wasting so fine in (*gap*) wasted mind?
I just did this when I escaped your bind, (*gap*)