One two three

F**k you if I'm wrong I don't wanna be right

F**k you I'll be drinking in the streets all night

F**k you I'll decide if I'm wasting my life

You're rotting away and killing my high

F**k you it's a thing I was born this way

F**k you are my very favorite words to say

F**k you I'll eat a few and I'll throw the rest away

Snacking like an a*****e in the USA

I eat more for a snack than you do in a day so f**k you

F**k me I'm sinking deeper and deeper in doom

F**k me I got a Raskolnikovian gloom

Six moves ahead but still fully consumed

I am what I am and I do what I do

Now the Cerberean dogs are slathering

I can feel my stories all unraveling

Bigger Thomas at the heart of a citywide scavenging

It's closing in around me

I can't believe they found me

And it's all well and good to cry doom on the streets

Like the prophets with their sandwich boards beards and hard feet

But there's no unraveling the rings of the tree

Lord keep my soul the f**k away from me