Banned from the bar and barred from the club And clubbed by the cops for copping some drugs Drugged down the street by his self-abuse A candy-man hanging from a self-tied Noose-ance in public with pennies and brownies Not like the beaver of Harriet and Ozzies He's the bastard son of the Colonel Kurtz Lucille, ball-buster, crystal meth-el Mertz I wasn't born this way, I was raised Not by wolves, but by jews, I was guilted and hazed A middle class clown waging lower class war A Beverly Hillbilly peeled off the floor The erratic irreverent reverend that reeks Havoc and wreckage whenever he speaks I'm not the first on your last second shot A film about grave robbing without a plot Throwing a party, I'll Darby Crash it My Captain Sensibilities tells me to smash it up I am the shit smeared in your pillowcase I'm not the texting, I'm the upper case Ranting and cursing, he sings in the third person and then I'll catch myself and start singing about me again Because of your harelip I shaved your mustache Your donor party has just been Darby Crashed I'm anti-Christ, the unoriginal sin The ten months of relevant Johnny Rotten I am the victim in victimless crimes Painting the town red between the lines Lose against a black hole when you always win That's why I push my chips GG Allin