Whatever you're doing, wherever you go
Whenever you hide they seem to know
Johny and Timmy one waiting for you on the corner
The corner's a shabby and gloomy site
The air is cold it's windy tonight
Johny and Timmy don't mind they don't feel forlorn there
They kill their time by threatening lives
Of innocent soul and sharpen their knives on the corner

Life is a pain in the ass

It's not that they don't understand
What you have done but you failed in the end
Johny and Timmy, too, are fond of the races
Now it's too late to mend the matter
They're doing their job you should have known better
Whenever they light a fag they hide their faces
Now they have seen you, mend your pace
They're close behind you this is the race of the races

Life is a pain in the ass

They got him halfway up the hill
One of them said : I'm sorry, Bill !
Johny and Timmy are full of nasty habits
He didn't try to defend himself
He didn't try to cry for help
Johny and Timmy are snakes and he was a rabbit
Johny and Timmy are snakes
Johny and Timmy are snakes and he was a rabbit

Life is a pain in the ass