Now Pissboy puts on his piss coat and he
Hits the town
With a burning in the back of his throat
And the flies all buzzing around
Just like a worn out whore
With no sense of pride
Greed for something more
Burns his insides
Burns his insides
Burns his insides
Burns his insides
Yay all you losers gather round
Yeah Pissboy, he's back in town
Yay all you losers gather round
Yeah Pissboy, he's back in town
And he wonders if his mother's womb was a drunk tank
And if the milk from her breast was poison
And he wonders if she ever loved him
Yeah he wonders if she ever loved him
Now Pissboy put on your pisscoat
Hit the town
With a burning in the back of your throat
And the flies all buzzing around
And the flies all buzzing round
And the flies all buzzing round
Yeah Pissboy you spent all your money
All alone you can't go home to your honey
Yeah Pissboy you spent all your money
All alone you can't go home to your honey
Now Pissboy put on your pisscoat
Leave town
With a burning in the back of your throat
And the flies all buzzing around
Around
Around
Around
Around, around, around, around, around, around, round
round, round, round, round, round, round, round, round
aound