I guess I should feel bad that I could care less
About all your problems and how everything's such a mess
And I guess I should feel bad that your life is shot
And how you've f**ed up your house with the addiction that you got
Hit the sauce
Hit the kid
Down the 12
And tell your wife to shut the f** up!
Your face is red, your stomach's big
And you're still wondering what the f** you did
And I guess I should feel bad that your kids hate you
Your eyes are glossed, your speech is slurred
And now you're ready to die!