The Life – Babybird – letras

I got this no good, dead wood, motherfucking itch and i am going to hellThey got this small pen, fat pig, 2 foot by one and it’s beginning to smellI got this low-brow, white trash smoking my tongue and i’m being kissedLike a kidThey got this hi-fi, big sound bleeding my ears and i can’t get ridI got the lifeI never thoughtThat i’d be born withBut now i’m itchingFor you to scratch meLike all the records that your needle has wornI got a six-pack, big ship no deck kid who couldn’t write when he sungHe took a mic in his hand like a prick on a rope and waited there to be swungThey got this big light, white wash spot on his tan and watched it burningHis skinAnd then the hi-fi, white trash smoking my earGot his face kicked inI got the lifeI never thoughtThat i’d be born withBut now i’m itchingFor you to scratch meLike all the records that your needle has wornWith the screen round my face, covered in lightI will never go blindI got this cable satellite nibbling my eyesBut i can’t switch off my mindI got this low-brow, white trash licking my skullAnd it feels so goodIt’s got this big pull, half-full little buzzThat i’ve misunderstoodI got the lifeI never thoughtThat i’d be born withBut now i’m itchingFor you to scratch meLike all the records that your needle has worn