The Farmer
It's hard to fight fucked up
A hell of a hell
Well, let's get strong and pull the belts down
Mentally I'm from the north
My hands hang with pounds of jewelry
Here are the photos, some stuck together
Because in my youth it was hot
I've already said it once
That when I'm in the bath I think of a six foot nail
Just about to go in
So today I've got to say it twice
It's time
To say it three times
O, there goes my life