Lately everyone I know

Has been shittin' all over me.

Hey you, and all of my good friends

They disowned my fucking friends and me.



I guess it's because

I gotta go off in my little own direction.

But fuck 'em all. I'll never follow.

They can suck on my erection.



Why do you drink?

GG, why d'you smoke dope?

Why must you live out

The songs that you wrote?

Over and over everybody makes my prediction

So if I get fucked up I'm just carryin' on an old

Scumfuc tradition.



You know I've fucked some ladies,

And I love to drink my Jim Beam,

And they both tried to kill me

Back in nineteen eighty-three.



When the doctor he asked me, he said, "GG,

How'd you get in this condition?"

I said, "Hey, asshole, I'm just carryin' on an old

Scumfuc tradition."



(They wanna know...)



Why do you drink?

GG, why d'you smoke dope?

Why must you live

Like the songs that you wrote?

Over and over

everybody's makin' my predictions

So if I get fucked up I'm just carryin' on an old

Scumfuc tradition.