It started back in high school   So cool, king of the scene   You found that making people laugh   Was more than just a dream      The public took right to you   Like flies to a pile of shit   So funny, smart, so talented   But success couldn't fit      Wasting your life, no future's bright   Dancing on your grave, living like a slave   Someone should've said      N.F.L., Efilnikufesin, N.F.L.   N.F.L., Efilnikufesin, N.F.L.      Wake up, dead, in a plywood bed   Six feet from the rest of your life   And when you couldn't see   Your own dependency      N.F.L., Nice Fuckin' Life      The whole world is your playground   Yet you couldn't find your niche   Your little friends can help you through   Help you dig your daily ditch      Bottom line can't touch you   'Cause you're above the rest   But your little friend's the enemy   The bottom line is death      Wasting your life, no future's bright   Dancing on your grave, living like a slave   Someone should've said      N.F.L., Efilnikufesin, N.F.L.   N.F.L., Efilnikufesin, N.F.L.      Wake up, dead, in a plywood bed   Six feet from the rest of your life   And when you couldn't see   Your own dependency      N.F.L., Nice Fuckin' Life      You lived a life of excess   Goddamn shame, it's such a waste   There's one too many cookies   From the batch, no one should taste      Yet his memory still stays with us   'Cause watching him was fun   Too bad, the things weren't different   Who knows what he'd have done      Wasting your life, no future's bright   Dancing on your grave, living like a slave   Someone should've said      N.F.L., Efilnikufesin, N.F.L., California   N.F.L., Efilnikufesin, N.F.L.      Wake up dead in a plywood bed   Six feet from the rest of your life   And when you couldn't see   Your own dependency      N.F.L., Nice Fuckin' Life