We lost a lot of blood for this f- up nation
But me, I'm gettin' high, makin' love in that spaceship
So what are the basics? Tell me your problems
You losin' your job, or even worse, you don't got one
So hard to stay sober when you feeling f- d over so much
Always comin' up short, you like the roach of a blunt, yeah
And I could never sleep at night
F- paying bills, I need a brand new lease on life
Why does doin' wrong always feel so right?
Well, I guess, f- it, that's life















