You're one of those horrible bitches
That eats whatever is in your way
You don't even own a pair of britches
That didn't come out of someone's pay
You blackmailing man using son of a bitch
You seem to get everybody on your side
I hate myself I never got the itch
To lay a finger on your rotten hide
Why am I always the guy that falls like a clown
For every two bit grifter that sticks me up or shakes me down
That eats whatever is in your way
You don't even own a pair of britches
That didn't come out of someone's pay
You blackmailing man using son of a bitch
You seem to get everybody on your side
I hate myself I never got the itch
To lay a finger on your rotten hide
Why am I always the guy that falls like a clown
For every two bit grifter that sticks me up or shakes me down
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