I laugh at life, keep cracking my jokes.
I cannot panic, cry or get mad if I’m broke,
won’t be sad to die from the packet I smoke,
won’t quit when cancers attacking my throat.
Fuck Healthy diets, herbivore lies,
You jerks at the gym that work on your size.
I prefer to eat nothing but burgers or fries
and die an early death than live a third of your lives.
Fastfood fanatic, I’ma keep on eating,
even when my heart or arteries are streaming.
Even when there’s a solid Stream of grease in
my veins, making it hard to keep on breathing.
I don’t care, I’m young and I’m unaware.
Call me childish, I’ll just cover my fucking ear.
Fill my cup with another beer… ‘Cause who can truly
guarantee they won’t be gone in a couple years ? Yeah !


I used to sip a few forties at new years…
but now I need more than a few beers.
There’s always excuses, pour me a brew : « Cheers ! »
Pour me four little shooters in the morning like who cares ?
And I never sip sodas…
I drink twenty coronas, leave no left overs.
The goal is to get less and less sober,
let my soul give in to the devil on my left shoulder.
I drink more, feel less drunk, and that’s funny.
My body reacts like : « I’m unimpressed dummy » 
Yes sonny… I’ve got less and less money
ever since the bar tender has become my best buddy.
I get home late, sleep on the couch with my clothes on,
I’ll soon get kicked out my house by my own mom.
Why use my head ? I choose to beg,
beg guys for food, but buy booze instead ! Fuck yeah !

Fill your belly with junk, spark an L or a blunt,
party hard ’til your heart gets frail and it jumps.
Y’all should always yell and get drunk
before you end up like everybody else : body smelling of skunk.
Feel that adrenaline, I’m never gonna pipe it down.
Live for the present’cause your life is now.
We’re all destined to die somehow,
so quit being scared, stare death in the eyes and smile
before bugs and worms turn in your guts and squirm.
I don’t wanna be burried, I don’t want a urn.
Brother, please cremate when my bodys stuck and firm :
We don’t need no water, let that motherfucker burn !
Don’t yearn, don’t cry when I’m a goner,
don’t remember or honor my name and petty persona.
Just scatter my ashes wherever you wanna,
role me up and smoke me up like I’m marijuana. One.