Eat a bag of shit you suck   I can't believe the luck you have   Its not bestowed upon me   And my pants are falling down   I would have another drink   Except it might be poisoned   By my mind   And my pants are falling down   I don't know what you've been drinking   But pour another one for me   My pants are falling down   The room is spinning around   My stomach is making funny sounds   I'm falling down   "Fuck you I hate you"   Is all she said as she slapped my face   And spit beer on me   And my pant are falling down   She said, "You're a no good, ugly, dumb, stupid punk rocker   With a bad haircut And your pants are falling down"   I don't know what you've been smoking   But pack another bowl for me   My pants are falling down   The room is spinning around   My stomach is making funny sounds   I'm falling down (yeah)   I'm falling down