You got a catastrophic injury in your ego
Sinking deeper until you drown
Spend a lot of cash at the stupid record store
On Maple Street in the bad side of town
I got a cerebral fix on a dead end job
My boss told me that I had to pay
No longer takes cash, I don't have a credit card
What a waste of time to ruin my day
'Cause that's the way my life works
Like a workshop in a dumpster
Disorder on the corner
Spreading lies about the time I was on drugs
Disorder without an order
Diagnosed with a terminal disease
Bus driver told me I had to get off
I turned around and I flipped him off
He grabbed a knife so I kicked his ass
'Cause fuck that guy, he cut up my bus pass
Disorder on the corner
Spreading lies about the time I was on drugs
Disorder without an order
Diagnosed with a terminal disease
Tits!
