[Intro] |   |   |   |   |   |   |   |   | [Verse 1] Banned from the bar and barred from the club Then clubbed by the cops for copping some drugs Then drug down the street by his self-abuse A candy-man hanging from a self-tied nooseance in public with panties and bra he’s Not like the Beaver of Harriet and Ozzys He’s the bastard son of the Colonel Kurtz Lucille Ball-buster crystal m-Ethel Mertz [Verse 2] 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 wreaks Havoc and wreckage whenever he speaks I’m not the first I’m 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 I am the shit smeared in your pillowcase I’m not the texting I’m the upper case [Verse 3] 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 Donner 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 Losing is delightful when you always win That’s why I push my chips GG Allin      [Ending] |      |      |      |   |