Lyrics On The Rag - Turbonegro

On The Rag

The last time we were here
Everybody in Denmark seem to be very much shift to rock 'n' roll
You still at it, you still like it?
(Yeah)
OK, when we called the album «Rocknroll Machine»
We put this on because it was a little rock 'n' roller
And this one was particularly for this market, Sweden and Denmark
It’s called «On the Rag»
When you’re on the rag
And your husband smokes fags
Your day at work was hell
Hashtag FML
When you’re at the spa
'Cuz you’re as old as your ma
And your yoga pants
Are crawling with ants
Die
You wanna die, you wanna die
Die
You wanna die, you wanna die
Die
All your friends are prettier
Anal Sex and the City, huh
And you look at your Polaroid
And all you see is a mongoloid
'Cause those injections of Botox
Failed to make you a hot fox
Had that fling in Paree
And now it hurts when you pee
Die
You wanna die, you wanna die
Die
You wanna die, you wanna die
Die
Die
Die
When every joke is offensive
And every purse too expensive
And the nice man in tweed
He says your kid cannot read
It’s just too stressful to live
Something’s just gotta give
But then you start smoking grass
And then you’re free, free at last
High
You’re getting' high, you’re getting' high
High
You’re getting' high, you’re getting' high
High
High
High
Smoke pot
Smoke pot
Smoke pot