Text: Dead Milkmen. Life is Shit.

I ran into a friend of mine
Said he was gonna take some words and make them rhyme
I said, "You can fool some of them some of the time
But you can only fool half them all of the time"

He said, "Yes I do believe this is true
Would you like to come and sniff some glue?
And we'll fly to where the skies are blue
And look for things both bright and new"

And on a pretty Sunday morning
A bunch of pretty Baptist girls
Linked their pretty hands and they sang

"Life is shit, life is shit
The world is shit, the world is shit
And this is life as I know it
This is life as I know it"

And in the sky I saw Richard Nixon
Smoking a lacey with Mr. Dickson
He said, "Son there's something I must say
I do believe I've found a better way"

And a vision came
And I new it was Bob Crane
And Bob sang

"Life is shit, life is shit
The world is shit, the world is shit
And this is life as I know it
This is life as I know it"

And when my friend and I were done
We went to rest upon the sun
'Cause life takes from us the things we love
And it robs us of the special ones
And it puts them high where we can't climb
And we only miss them all the time

And we sing

"Life is shit, life is shit
The world is shit, the world is shit
And this is life as I know it
This is life as I know it
This is life as I know it
This is life as I know it
This is life as I know it"

Hit me, don't beat my world