Shit Life Lyrics - Felons And Revolutionaries - Dope

Simplistic, domestic shit life 

Processed to fit in place 

The pathetic, ascetic shit life 

Depressed to fill in space 

Neglected, rejected 

Who wants this anyway? 

Defected, directed 

Hating life everyday 

Who asked you to cry for me? 

Who asked you to lie for me? 

Who knows who I wanna be? 

You ask but you don't ask me 

She's pretty, how 'bout me? Shit life 

Your looks, all that you see 

Plastic, elastic 

Who wants this anyway? 

Dynamic, satanic 

And all the things you say 

Who asked you to pray for me? 

Who said to believe in me? 

Who has to pretend for me? 

I'm asking you, answer me 

You think you're something 

You're fucked in the head 

You think you're something 

Well, I don't think so 

You think you're something 

You're already dead 

You think you're something 

Well, I don't think so 

Irritated, frustrated shit life 

Won't hear a word I say 

Who asked you to write to me? 

Who asked you to try for me? 

Who asked you to live for me? 

Who asked you anything 

You think you're something 

You're fucked in the head 

You think you're something 

Well, I don't think so 

You think you're something 

You're already dead 

You think you're something 

Well, I don't think so 

Well, I don't, well, I don't 

Well, I don't, well, I don't 

Well, I don't, well, I don't 

Well, I don't think so 

Well, I don't, well, I don't 

Well, I don't, well, I don't 

Well, I don't, well, I don't 

Well, I don't think so