That's the joy of life, six months in the hole
Tryin' to act like a man, you little fuckin' punk kid
You raped your mother, yeah, you beat her down
Yeah
Son, look at you now
Day of court, day of fear, in walks the judge
Just an ignorant cunt, talkin' such shit
Yeah
Hand over your belongings and your motherfuckin' soul
Jesus can't protect you when your brain's unfound
Yeah
Son, look at you now
Once so fuckin' tough, so motherfuckin' bad
Half a year nothing less, no he wouldn't budge
13 years of grief is all your folks ever had
Yeah
Son, look at you now
Son, look at you now
Yeah
Son, look at you now
Yeah
