Rat Bastard Like Yourself

Grinding and groaning and grunting and going
Sinking and shrinking and sucking and showing
With nothing to show for my trouble
And nothing to reap for my sowing
Breathing and bathing and barking and baying
Parting and playing and peaking and paying
With nothing to gain from my efforts
And no one to hear what I’m saying
Huffing and having and hurling and heaving
Lifting and leaning and list’ning and leaving
With nowhere to hide from pursuers
And no chance of any relieving
Moving and muffing and marking and making
Talking and tweaking and tearing and taking
With nothing to warn me or show
That my heart is definitely breaking

You’re a sad case, buddy, but I gotta tell ya, you pulled some sympathy out of this cold ass heart. Normally, I wouldn’t look twice at a rat bastard like yourself, but see, I’ve been in that s**t hole before, I know where the hell you’re coming from. Don’t look now, but here comes that b**ch again... Sorry, man, gotta split...

He lives in a hole with no fish, no pole
And when he comes out, he’s only playing a role
But I wouldn’t get up until the whole story’s told
He’s dressed like a bum, can’t do no sum
And he can’t remember the last time he c*m
But if you give him a dollar, he’ll just go buy some rum
Speaking out loud, just one voice in a crowd
But when the show was over, he went out and bowed
He was happy just to say his piece like he vowed
And now you’re trippin’, like a fish, you’re flippin’
And eat that piece of pie that you been dippin’
But when he gets you down, you’ll be unzippin’

Man, didn’t I see you out here last week? Don’t you even move from one motherf**kin’ spot to another? Your ass gonna get friggin’ sores, from sittin’ in that same goddamn place. Yeah, I remember the b**ch - what happened? No s**t? That’s a pile of s**t, dude; shouldn’t let no whore treat a man like that... F**k! Here she comes again...

And now, if you can’t see what I’m sayin’
Then you must be that b**ch he was runnin’ from
Or another one, just like her
And you prob’ly turned someone else into a bum
For the simple-minded, let me break it down
And explain each little part
If you’re brain-dead, it’ll come to you slowly
Like the smell of a silent fart
You see, he was workin’, jerkin’
Pullin’ more than his f**kin’ fair share
And then she-devil run him down,
And now he can’t even part his own hair
She nagged and she bitched
And she cheated and she stole
Always lookin’ out for another, bigger man to fill her hole
    With no respect for a decent chump, a simple fella
    An’ now he’s runnin’ scared, he’s turned a little yella
She’s got no respect for a decent man, a simple fella
An’ now he’s drinkin’ it down, his p**s more orange than yella

Sittin’ on the curb, on the street corner
In the low-income end of town, smokin’ his joint
Where the tracks run through, and the pigs don’t visit too often
‘Cause there’s really no f**kin’ point
He drinks, he thinks, he reeks and he stinks.
Wondering when his wandering will come to an end
Wondering if he can ever even be his own best friend
Not really caring what’s around the next bend.
And you could end up there, if you’re not careful
Or if you let your heart get the best of you.
I know you think I’m s**ttin’ you, but I’ve been there, and it’s true
The man is him, the man is me, the man is you.
Step back under the cover of your delusion
Try and resist the intrusion
Duck under the protrusion — start a revolution
But be wary, life is scary, my b**ls are hairy, and I’m not a fairy.
But I won’t get married, not to Sue or Jane or Mary.
Not to Steve or Sam or Larry.
Live a careful life, avoid the trap of a wife
Smile at another man’s strife, but with pain, this world is rife.
Make sure your walls are under construction
Fight off the destruction.
Listen to my instruction, pull back from the suction
The drawing power of lust that will leave you in the dust
I’m telling you that you must not give up the fight
For sanity, for good, for right
Not that there’s any hope at the end of the rope of dope
That helps you to cope after you bent down for the soap
Not much, anyway. Just that tomorrow’s another day, and every
Choice leads to a different way, a chance not to go astray

Smiling and seeking and searching and seeing
Flying not falling and fighting not fleeing
With a little hope for the next time you forget you’re a human being
Rolling and riding and rising and reaching
Trying and turning and taking and teaching
With an open ear for the truth that I give you when I’m preaching

Hey, ain’t you the same cracker that I seen in that alley a while back? Looks like you found yourself, or somethin’, man. ‘Cause you was lookin’ bad and stinkin’ like an unwashed whore outside that liquor store when you asked me for change and told me you’d work for food. Hey, here comes that b**ch again... What? You’re not scared anymore? That’s cool...