Looking outside, looking at the trees
And spitting on all those fuckin' fleas
They don't really like it a lot
I just say "so fucking what"
Spit pile, spit pile, spit it out, spit it out, livin' in denial
Trying to think of the words to say. Maybe its not my fucking day
Blue shit from my fresh slurpee
And horse shit splattered on a tree
Fuck authority! Yeah, anarchy!
And this is what I do when my time is free