"45" lyrics

I had a lot of friends but they're all in the way
I hate everyone, hope they rot and decay
I'm the piece of shit that got caught in the drain
You a needle dick boy, I'm not entertained

Ah, ah, wake up
Ten million reasons why I don't want to wake up
Chucks on my feet and they always end up scraped up
If I squeeze a bit then he get shot in the brain

Violence, all along the street I love it
It's not really shit for you to end up bludgeoned
Ahh, that does it
Make a cop moan but we are not fucking

Take a cop home but he is not alive
I'm a human being not a damn dollar sign
Came from Kampuchea so it's fuck genocide
Do what I want cos it sucks to abide

Fuck all 45 presidents, march in your residence
Fuck all 45 presidents, march in your residence
Fuck all 45 presidents, march in your residence
Fuck all 45 presidents, march in your residence