Slack

I抳e got a rifle on my back

Swinging past the birch trees.

Well I set of a bomb way back there.

I don抰 care about nobody but me. 慶oz

I ain抰 slack.

Ran back home and drunk all the wine.

Well I stole a bottle for myself.

With insects crawling in my hair.

The trees are black and

I don抰 care. 慶oz

I ain抰 slack rescued a cat from a tree.

Its fur was all caked in dirt

But I killed it dead for liking me.

Yeah I stole a car and drove to town.

Well I ain抰 slack