Last American Rock Stars - Savage Life lyrics
[Last American Rock Stars - Savage Life lyrics]
LARS!
Hey little kids, do not grow up trying to be
Like us because the shit that we do
It's not cool
I got a problem with sleeping
My wife's a whore
She got a problem with cheating (whore)
I'm a fucking drug addict
Stop for two weeks and then
Get right back at it
The percs and the oxies, the weed
A whole lot of broccoli
Sorry to all my fans
I do two songs and then leave in a van
This white kid been in line for six hours
Spit in his face and
Then yelled "Black power!"
Fuck that, I need a meeting
Where the cops at? I need a beating
Weirdo, yeah I'm a zero
Richard Simmons, my new fucking hero
Psyche, I'm lying
These perkies got me flying
A pocket full of dope got me acting right
I'm like ten minutes away from the after life
I'm a loser for destruction with an appetite
The Last American Rock Stars bitch
Savage life
This is horseshit
Knock on your door and get your foreign bitch
Torn and ripped
Turned into a corpse and force
With four inch dicks
Where her oral is, boy is this
Some disturbing, sick scurvy, sin
Worthy, sin thirty, men hurry
And get it in bury her body, we like to party
La di da di
The side of me got her hollering in lobbies
Well obviously
Me and Bizarre kind of an oddity
Psychologically, we are out of
Our fucking noggins
We are rock and roll legends
Losers as you expected cause we wreckless
Doing meth on the steps
Of the Texas sheriff's
And blow smoke all in their face
Tell them to eat us like some breakfast
Get arrested and confessed that I'm a
Weapon and they hate me
And they spray me and they taze me in
The chest and now I'm following directions
But not really, hog and spit on his vest
And I'm a motherfucking rockstar
Pass the coke, the new black Axl Rose
King Gordy!
A pocket full of dope got me acting right
I'm like ten minutes away from the after life
I'm a loser for destruction with an appetite
The Last American Rock Stars bitch
Savage life
Hey little kids, do not grow up trying to be
Like us because the shit that we do
It's not cool
I got a problem with sleeping
My wife's a whore
She got a problem with cheating (whore)
I'm a fucking drug addict
Stop for two weeks and then
Get right back at it
The percs and the oxies, the weed
A whole lot of broccoli
Sorry to all my fans
I do two songs and then leave in a van
This white kid been in line for six hours
Spit in his face and
Then yelled "Black power!"
Fuck that, I need a meeting
Where the cops at? I need a beating
Weirdo, yeah I'm a zero
Richard Simmons, my new fucking hero
Psyche, I'm lying
These perkies got me flying
A pocket full of dope got me acting right
I'm like ten minutes away from the after life
I'm a loser for destruction with an appetite
The Last American Rock Stars bitch
Savage life
This is horseshit
Knock on your door and get your foreign bitch
Torn and ripped
Turned into a corpse and force
With four inch dicks
Where her oral is, boy is this
Some disturbing, sick scurvy, sin
Worthy, sin thirty, men hurry
And get it in bury her body, we like to party
La di da di
The side of me got her hollering in lobbies
Well obviously
Me and Bizarre kind of an oddity
Psychologically, we are out of
Our fucking noggins
We are rock and roll legends
Losers as you expected cause we wreckless
Doing meth on the steps
Of the Texas sheriff's
And blow smoke all in their face
Tell them to eat us like some breakfast
Get arrested and confessed that I'm a
Weapon and they hate me
And they spray me and they taze me in
The chest and now I'm following directions
But not really, hog and spit on his vest
And I'm a motherfucking rockstar
Pass the coke, the new black Axl Rose
King Gordy!
A pocket full of dope got me acting right
I'm like ten minutes away from the after life
I'm a loser for destruction with an appetite
The Last American Rock Stars bitch
Savage life