Artist: dope
Song: shit life
Year: 1999
Simplistic, domestic shit life
Processed to fit in place
The pathetic, ascetic shit life
Depressed to fill in space
Neglected, rejected
Who wants this anyway?
Defected, directed
Hating life everyday
Who asked you to cry for me?
Who asked you to lie for me?
Who knows who I wanna be?
You ask but you don't ask me
She's pretty, how 'bout me? Shit life
Your looks, all that you see
Plastic, elastic
Who wants this anyway?
Dynamic, satanic
And all the things you say
Who asked you to pray for me?
Who said to believe in me?
Who has to pretend for me?
I'm asking you, answer me
You think you're something
You're fucked in the head
You think you're something
Well, I don't think so
You think you're something
You're already dead
You think you're something
Well, I don't think so
Irritated, frustrated shit life
Won't hear a word I say
Who asked you to write to me?
Who asked you to try for me?
Who asked you to live for me?
Who asked you anything
You think you're something
You're fucked in the head
You think you're something
Well, I don't think so
You think you're something
You're already dead
You think you're something
Well, I don't think so
Well, I don't, well, I don't
Well, I don't, well, I don't
Well, I don't, well, I don't
Well, I don't think so
Well, I don't, well, I don't
Well, I don't, well, I don't
Well, I don't, well, I don't
Well, I don't think so
