Well I've been somewhere in the middle   Drowning in the drivel   Whatever it's all out of my hands   And I've been choking on the ashes   Of the burnt out middle classes   Finger fucking it with both of my hands   Goddamn-don't you know who I am?    Goddamn-yeah      And now the futures looking brighter   For bad song writers   Yeah we are laughing just as hard as we can   The powder makes us funny, my shit's all runny   Yeah, I'm writing this with trembling hands      Goddam-i don't know where I am   Goddam-i don't know where I am      Make way dead man leaving   For one night your town's home   Make way my head's heaving   Don't touch me man I'll throw   Ready to go (x4)      Pass the cheque and I'll get it   Living on credit and everything's running to plan   But I just can't figure who leads the lead singer   Shut the fuck up man and pass me the gram      Goddam-i don't you know who I am?    Goddam-i don't you know who I am?       I'm ready to blow..ha ha fuck