eat a bag of s*** you suck i can't believe the luck you have its not bestowed upon me and my pants are falling down i would have another drink except it might be poisoned by my mind and my pants are falling down i don't know what you've been drinking but pour another one for me my pants are falling down the room is spinning around my stomach is making funny sounds i'm falling down f*** you i hate you is all she said as she slapped my face and spit beer on me and my pant are falling down she said, you're a no good, ugly, dumb, stupid punk rocker with a bad haircut and your pants are falling down i don't know what you've been smoking but pack another bowl for me