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 and smart, so talented      But success just couldn't fit      Pre-chrous      Wasting your life no future bright      Dancing on your grave      Living like a slave, someone should've said...      CHORUS      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 can't find your niche      Your only friends, it helps you through      Helps you dig your daily ditch      The bottom line can't touch you      Cause you're above the rest      But your little friend's the enemy      And the bottom line is death      Pre-chorus      Chorus      You lived a life of excess      GODDAMN shame it's such a waste      Just one too many cookies      From the batch no one should taste      Yet his memory stills stays with us      Cause watching him was fun      Too bad things weren't different      Who knows what he'd have done      Pre-chorus      Chorus