I'm not here to entertain youI'm here to meet my friend the RussianThe Irish, the German, the ColumbianI don't care how bad I fuck upI care about how fucked up I getI'm not your clownI'm your dealerAnd I'm holding three bindles of bullshitAnd you're buyin' them 'cause you are addictedTo the pure and totally uncutI'm not here to amuse youI'm here to abuse my bodyI'm here because old habits die hardAnd seriously, what else am I supposed to do?This isn't my job, my hobby, my habitIt's sad, but this is my lifeWelcome to our mission statementTotal self-debasementAnd not giving our allWatch us Fall!It's not that we don't pull itIt's just that we only give about 60 or so percentWould you rather be fed bullshitFrom some 20-something, makeup wearing, popstar"This one goes out to all our fans all over the worldWithout you, we'd just be us.So, I just wanna say thank you!We fuckin' love you, Modesto!"Fuck you!And you're takin' it easy before the showSo you won't lose your voiceAnd disappoint your fans routineAnd you don't care about the childrenYou don't even know themAll you know is their money