Well, it's just the way it is, when things are going well, it's always everyone, when
It's not going well, it's always everyone else
What haven't they told me
How it rolls, how it works, how it functions, how it goes, oh man ey
I notice I'm surrounded by professionals
Want to leave because this life is stupid
Take a vacation among the misanthropes

I can't hear you, I'm in my weekend house on Fuck-You-Alley
Where I swing my balls on the porch
There I'm always right and have a view of the lake
In my weekend house on Fuck-You-Alley

Here behind all the mountains of scorched earth
Is the "bright side of life" here my grass grows over you
May your world still perish as long as I'm not standing under it
I don't paint the devil on the wall, I let him cook for me man
You think where is all this going to end
Complaints to my assistant
So he can burn them for me because

I can't right now, I'm in my weekend house on Fuck-You-Alley
Where I swing my balls on the porch
There I'm always right and have a view of the lake
In my weekend house on Fuck-You-Alley

I can't hear you, I'm in my weekend house on Fuck-You-Alley
Where I swing my balls on the porch
There I'm always right and have a view of the lake
In my weekend house on Fuck-You-Alley

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