Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Life, artist - Babybird. Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Life |
| I got this no good, dead wood, motherfucking itch and i am going to hell |
| They got this small pen, fat pig, 2 foot by one and it’s beginning to smell |
| I got this low-brow, white trash smoking my tongue and i’m being kissed |
| Like a kid |
| They got this hi-fi, big sound bleeding my ears and i can’t get rid |
| I got the life |
| I never thought |
| That i’d be born with |
| But now i’m itching |
| For you to scratch me |
| Like all the records that your needle has worn |
| I got a six-pack, big ship no deck kid who couldn’t write when he sung |
| He took a mic in his hand like a prick on a rope and waited there to be swung |
| They got this big light, white wash spot on his tan and watched it burning |
| His skin |
| And then the hi-fi, white trash smoking my ear |
| Got his face kicked in |
| I got the life |
| I never thought |
| That i’d be born with |
| But now i’m itching |
| For you to scratch me |
| Like all the records that your needle has worn |
| With the screen round my face, covered in light |
| I will never go blind |
| I got this cable satellite nibbling my eyes |
| But i can’t switch off my mind |
| I got this low-brow, white trash licking my skull |
| And it feels so good |
| It’s got this big pull, half-full little buzz |
| That i’ve misunderstood |
| I got the life |
| I never thought |
| That i’d be born with |
| But now i’m itching |
| For you to scratch me |
| Like all the records that your needle has worn |