ALRIIIIIIIGHT
I sit on my floor, it reminds me of my home
and it takes me to a time when i never felt alone.
People used to point ad say "look at him, hes filthy",
for this chip thats on my shoulder, look no further for the guilty.
When I'm on the streets, and I'm playin' songs for cash,
I'm just tryin' to pay my rent, not tryin' to add to my stash.
Because unlike most of you, I work hard for what i want
and i don't go to shows looking for some kids to taunt.
Instead I'll say "One Love" and at the same time "Fuck Reality"
Have you ever had to live with my kind of insanity?
If i don't write my lyrics down, my head just might explode,
so take most of my songs and flush them right down your commode
or better yet, drink the water, I'm told it tastes like shit
when the people in my home town don't think that I'm legit
but I'm that Desert Ratt and I'll still say "Fuck you sun"
Because if you think you're punk rock, man you best be havin' fun!


Am I the only one who is scared of their nuclear war?
Or am I just some dumb hippie smoking grass on my floor?
Did you even know they're passing more restriction bills?
My guess is probably not 'cuz you're too hopped up on their pills.
Well they call me Jess the Mess but there is more thats to my name
i open up my faucet and these words pour out my brain.
So while you just sit there and tell me to cut my hair,
i will ask you, "if you please, do you fucking care?"
but you don't, i can tell... you don't go to my shows...
and what you do instead, well only god knows.
For those of you who will listen, all i have to say is thanks,
now lets sit on our floors while They mobilize their tanks...