I’ve got a rifle on my back.    Swinging past the birch trees.    Well I set of a bomb way back there.    I don’t care about nobody but me.    ‘coz I ain’t slack.    Ran back home and drunk all the wine.    Well I stole a bottle for myself.    With insects crawling in my hair.    The trees are black and I don’t care.    ‘coz I ain’t slack    rescued a cat from a tree.    Its fur was all caked in dirt    But I killed it dead for liking me.    Yeah I stole a car and drove to town.    Well I ain’t slack.