Out Of The Red

I ain't go no outfits to pick and choose

So i really ain't got that much to lose

Picture's getting fuzzy and it's stuck on channel 3

And the whole thing looks pretty silly to me



50,000 more and i'm out of the red



Heavy metal thrash band, it's all a bunch of shit

People trying to name me while i'm trying to do my bit

I ain't got the patience or the time to waste

Call me a rock star you can spit in my face

Gonna take a horse to drag me outta my bed





I'd rather hang with drunks than hang out with myself

Well, the booze is over there take a glass off the shelf

If you ain't had enough by tomorrow at noon

We're gonna place a call to the boneyard crew

Went to sleep at home and woke up in a shed

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