the Drunk Sloth

you, why you can't make a simple choice
you , why you are the mob mentalities voice
follow the herd until it runs off a cliff
go ahead, get yourself another mad scientist
pass out here or pass out there
or do you like being such a lush
oh please, don't puke on my shoes

oh, the drunk sloth

you're the drunk sloth
lost and an alcoholic
you're the drunk sloth
enthralled in your own pity fame

me, why I'm wholesome and cute undeniably quaint
pretty virtuous a few faults aside
sure I may have eye liner on my face or paint on my nails
but I have something you don't
motherfucker
self respect, at least I'm not covered in disgust