Your life is shit, shit
Your life is bogus, bull
Your life is crime, crime
Your life is hell, hell
Im gonna die, start a new union
Im gonna die, with my libido
Im gonna die, start a new union
Im gonna die, dont fuck with me
Your life is shit, shit
Your life is clean, its clean
Your life is lame, its not so funny
Your life is stale, frail, frail
Im gonna die, start a new union
Im gonna hell on my libido
Im gonna die, start a new union
Im gonna hell on my libido
Im gonna die, start a new union
Im gonna hell on my libido
Im gonna die, start a new union
Im gonna die, watch the pain
Your life is shit
Im gonna open up myself a flea market
Im gonna open up myself a flea market
And youre gonna wish that you did
And retire on the profits
First off, Im gonna empty out all of my Mrs. Butterworth jars
And Im gonna put em on a shelf
With my 800 dollar a month tax free Century21 shop
And then I am going to put my Mrs. Butterworth syrup jars on the shelf
Next to all the commemorative fast food chain glasses and cups
Ive accumulated over the past 62 years
Then Im going to get some plywood
Im going to get some plywood
And cut them up into two by two feet squares
Then Im going to get some burlap
And Im going to cut them into two by two feet squares
And then Im going to put them onto the pieces of plywood
And then Im going to go to the beach
Im going to go to the beach
And Im gonna collect some shells and driftwood
And then Im going to take the shells and driftwood
And glue them onto the plywood and burlap
And sell em for lots of money
People will be paying top dollar
For my kids new used new toys and clothing
Then maybe someday I can get rid of that piss-stained mattress
Ive been sleeping on
Im gonna die, start a new union
Im gonna hell on my libido
Im gonna die, start a new union
Im gonna die on my libido
Im gonna die, start a new union
Im gonna die on my libido
Im gonna die, start a new union
Im gonna die, watch the pain