Piss

Who's on trial? The state says it's me Or is it the lawyer I handsomely paid to go free Or maybe the judge with the yellowing teeth And the fuck you smile Or how 'bout the bailiff who stinks of a longstanding battle of him and the drink Or candidate #4 the zombified whore who types what you think I'm not lying I'm not clean I'm not buying What that means How the fuck can you say that we won for the criminal sum you were paid Then try and convince me I'm free as can be You just sold me out and got nothing in trade I know I'm not the smartest guy in the world But I'm just not stupid enough to be thinking that having a record for filling my lungs Is as good as it gets Life on a razor Die as a story Five more years of pissing in little jars So someone can say he's high as a kite He's probably right Let's put him away without further delay There's no complaints since I'm not a saint or in jail But if I should fail with a piss that has drugs on the forbidden list Then they'll be coming to take you away Live on a razor Death could be gory