Bottomless pits and other ideas
Like talking to a fool like you
Who knows next to naught at all
But you tell me who to call
And that everything must hit the diff
I think I’ll smoke a fucking spliff
Just to piss you off
Don’t tell me all is lost
When you know as well as I
That your whole life is a lie
And I ain’t buying the bull you sell
You know what, go to hell