Lyrics: Charles Bronson. Complete Discocrappy. Fuckin' Drunken Uncle.

I guess I should feel bad that I could care less
about all your problems and how everything's such a mess
and I guess I should feel bad that your life is shot
and how you've fucked up your house with the addiction that you got

Hit the sauce
Hit the kid
Down the 12
and tell your wife to shut the fuck up!

Your face is red, your stomach's big
and you're still wondering what the fuck you did
and I guess I should feel bad that your kids hate you
Your eyes are glossed, your speech is slurred
and now you're ready to die!