"Which Is Worse?" lyrics

"Which Is Worse?"

I could be selling kids for crack down on the Ave
And I might listen to gangsta rap
My bitch I'd slap with my right
I don't wanna work, you can't make me
I don't wanna work

Don't want to be an architect, no
I'd put a bullet in my brain
I'd rather be a freeloader, and sit on my ass
Play asshole with Mr. Bud

I need
You're seven digits away
I need
A heroin habit, or a pair of rollerblades

Could be spending daddy's cash, smoke lots of grass with All Chrome
Burn my Sting records, write a letter saying "you suck"
I don't wanna work, you can't make me
I don't wanna work

Don't want to be an architect, no
I'd put a bullet in my brain
I'd rather be a freeloader, and sit on my ass
Play asshole with Mr. Bud

I need
You're seven digits away
I need
A heroin habit, or a pair of rollerblades

I'm sick of pretending that I give a shit
I'm sick of pretending that I give a shit
I'm sick of pretending that I give a shit
I'm sick of pretending that I give a shit
I'm sick of pretending that I give a shit
I'm sick of pretending that I give a shit
I'm sick of pretending that I give a shit
I'm sick of pretending that I give a shit
I'm sick of pretending that I give a shit
I'm sick of pretending that I give a shit
I'm sick of pretending that I give a shit

'Cause I need
You're seven digits away
I need
A heroin habit, or a pair of rollerblades


album: "The Way To A Girl's Heart Is Through Her Boyfriend's Stomach" (2000)