I ain't go no outfits to pick and choose 
So I really ain't got that much to lose 
Picture's getting fuzzy and it's stuck on channel 3 
And the whole thing looks pretty silly to me 
50,000 more and I'm out of the red

Heavy Metal thrash band, it's all a bunch of shit 
People trying to name me while I'm trying to do my bit 
I ain't got the patience or the time to waste 
Call me a rock star you can spit in my face 
Gonna take a horse to drag me outta my bed
 
I'd rather hang with drunks than hang out with myself 
Well, the booze is over there take a glass off the shelf 
If you ain't had enough by tomorrow at noon 
we're gonna place a call to the boneyard crew 
Went to sleep at home and woke up in a shed