Tekstovi: Theory of a Dead Man. The Truth Is.... Lowlife.

You know I'll be the one who gets fallin' down drunk
At my neighbor kids soccer game
I got an '82 Fiero with a carseat in the middle
Broken down on the interstate
I got a beer stained T-shirt
Lookin' like Joe Dirt
Somethin' 'bout me just ain't right
I'm a cash-stealin'
Drug dealin' loser without any feeling
Gettin' trailer trashed tonight

Chorus:
'Cause I'm a low life and I'm lovin it
I got the whole world in the palm of my hand
And i'm a low life so fuckin' deal with it
No you can't change something you don't understand.

I'm thrilled to be a hillbilly
Hate to have to deal with me, probably just end in a fight
No sleeves, can't read, doesn't even phase me
naked sleepin' like a baby tonight

Chorus

Livin it up, livin it up
And being a lowlife

Livin it up, livin it up
And being a lowlife
Livin it up, livin it up
And being a lowlife

Gun packin' bitch smackin'
Mess with me, it's gonna happen
Lovin' life livin' in sin
Passed out on the floor,
Sorry just don't work no more
Givin' up on givin' in
Ahh fuck it

'Cause I'm a lowlife and l'm lovin' it and I'm never gonna change for as long as I live
And I'm a lowlife, so fuckin' deal with it
'Cause deep down ya really know that everyone is
'Cause we're lowlives, and we're lovin' it
We got the whole damn world in the palm of our hand
'Cause we're lowlives, so fuckin' deal with it
No, you can't change something that you don't understand
I'm livin' it up, livin' it up
And being a lowife