There life is shit, shit
My life is full of it, ball
Your life is bright, cry
Your life is hell, hell
I'm gonna die
Start a new union
I'm going to die
Wear my libido
I'm gonna die
Start a new union
I'm gonna die
Who wants to stay
Your life is shit, shit
Your life is strange and insane
Your life has lived a type of crap
Your life is jail, clam
I'm gonna die
Start a new union
I'm going to hell
I'm a libido
I'm gonna die
Start a new union
I'm going to hell
I'm a libido
I'm gonna die
Start a new union
I'm going to hell
I'm a libido
I'm gonna die
Start a new union
I'm gonna die
Who wants to stay
Your life is shit
I'ma open up myself a flea market
I'ma open up myself a flea market
And you're gonna wish that you did
Might retire on the profits
First of all I'ma empty out all of my Mrs. Butterworth jars
I'ma put 'em on a shelf with my 800 a month
Tax free Century 21, shop
And then I am going to put my
Mrs. Butterworth syrup jars on the shelf
Next to all the commemorative fast food chain glasses and cups
I've accumulated over the past 62years
Then I'm going to get some plywood
I'm going to get some plywood
And cut them up into two by two piece squares
Then I'm going to get some burlap
And I'm going to cut them into two by two piece squares
And then I'm going to put them onto the pieces of plywood
And then I'm going to go to the beach
I'm going to go to the beach
And I'm gonna collect some shells and driftwood
And then I'm gonna take the shells
And driftwood and glue them onto the plywood and burlap
And sell 'em for lots of money
People will be paying top dollar
For my kid's new used new toys and clothing
Then maybe someday I can get rid of
That piss stained mattress I've been sleeping on
I'm gonna die
Start a new union
I'm going to hell
I'm a libido
I'm gonna die
We'll start a new union
I'm going to die
Wear my libido
I'm going to die
We'll start a new union
I'm going to die
Wear my libido
I'm going to die
We'll start a new union
I'm going to die
Who wants to stay