I'm not here to entertain you

I'm here to meet my friend the Russian

The Irish, the German, the Columbian



I don't care how bad I fuck up

I care about how fucked up I get

I'm not your clown

I'm your dealer



And I'm holding three bindles of bullshit

And you're buyin' them 'cause you are addicted

To the pure and totally uncut



I'm not here to amuse you

I'm here to abuse my body

I'm here because old habits die hard



And seriously, what else am I supposed to do?

This isn't my job, my hobby, my habit

It's sad, but this is my life



Welcome to our mission statement

Total self-debasement

And not giving our all



Watch us Fall!



It's not that we don't pull it

It's just that we only give about 60 or so percent



Would you rather be fed bullshit

From some 20-something, makeup wearing, popstar



"This one goes out to all our fans all over the world

Without you, we'd just be us.

So, I just wanna say thank you!

We fuckin' love you, Modesto!"



Fuck you!



And you're takin' it easy before the show

So you won't lose your voice

And disappoint your fans routine



And you don't care about the children

You don't even know them

All you know is their money