No ID
I've no phone, but I am not alone
I don't have cable, but I still stay stable
I've no car, not even an ID
Only a few people can identify me
I've no cash, but my friends get me smashed
I've no air conditioner, got a rash
A girl gave me a painting of a pheasant
I've no future, but I still got a present
And I feel celebrated
To a whole gang of outlaws I'm related
So I got vigor and grit in my blood
I've got vigor and grit in my blood
Like them, I've got a high morale
But they all got shot down
At the OK Corral, but oh well
I'm nocturnal, but I also sleep at night
I have a vision, but I have bad eyesight
I look sick, but I still got a chick
Whoops, not anymore, my darling was a whore
And I feel so elated...
No one knows what it is that I'm on
I make pizzas 'til the buttcrack of dawn
I roll dough, I don't roll in the dough
I try and stay calm but there's gonna come a bomb
'Cuz I just can't fake it
To a whole gang of outlaws I'm related
So I'm psychotic and quick in the blood
I'm psychotic and quick in the blood
Like them, I'm gonna flip out
If you make one sound
I will shoot you down, so well
I've no phone and I am so alone
No ID, no idea who I am
Now I'm back right where I began
Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
I don't have cable, but I still stay stable
I've no car, not even an ID
Only a few people can identify me
I've no cash, but my friends get me smashed
I've no air conditioner, got a rash
A girl gave me a painting of a pheasant
I've no future, but I still got a present
And I feel celebrated
To a whole gang of outlaws I'm related
So I got vigor and grit in my blood
I've got vigor and grit in my blood
Like them, I've got a high morale
But they all got shot down
At the OK Corral, but oh well
I'm nocturnal, but I also sleep at night
I have a vision, but I have bad eyesight
I look sick, but I still got a chick
Whoops, not anymore, my darling was a whore
And I feel so elated...
No one knows what it is that I'm on
I make pizzas 'til the buttcrack of dawn
I roll dough, I don't roll in the dough
I try and stay calm but there's gonna come a bomb
'Cuz I just can't fake it
To a whole gang of outlaws I'm related
So I'm psychotic and quick in the blood
I'm psychotic and quick in the blood
Like them, I'm gonna flip out
If you make one sound
I will shoot you down, so well
I've no phone and I am so alone
No ID, no idea who I am
Now I'm back right where I began
Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
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