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!