The car is outta gas again
that's the third time today
and I said hey
you better get this fuckin car fixed
right away

the kitchen sink is clogged again
it's all filled with orange peels
and shells
i'm not to sure what happened
but oh wells

my bedroom ceiling is starting to crumble down
the cracks of paint are falling on the shades
i better quit these drugs
and hope it's just a phase
(it's not a phase)

the dog is barkin like a broken record
but i don't have the heart to tell her that
she's a total bitch
i'm gonna grab my gun
and start diggin her ditch
i'm gonna grab my gun
i fuckin hate her