I don't care if I've got the blues. I don't care; I've got lots to do
I don't care if I'm wearing shoes. I don't care; I've got cops to lose
I don't care if these lyrics work. I don't care to tuck in my shirt
I don't care. I drink beer at work. Yeah, I don't give a f*ck
I'm too old to sell my body, cause by the time I got it back
It'd be cold as hell and rotting. Tendons stubborn, bones all cracked
If I tried to make some money, I know I'd wake up on the dirt
Find myself all baked and bloody, laughing just for what it's worth
Once I start it's hard to stop it. I've got your teeth all in my pocket
F*ck those faces in those lockets. Once you start it's hard to knock it
Rip your eyes right from their sockets to prove to me that you're not peeking
Stick your lies in golden lockets. Dogtags of the dead and fleeting