What the hell I'm doing? Don't ask the reason why 

I waste my time from nine to five

The dirt is deep inside, but my feet are clean 

I need a brand new start to find out 

Where I'll find someone who believes me?



You're pretty tied up with the dream of revolution

Liberation from the way of the world



I'm the dog who bites the feeding hand 

A perfect drug for the fashion queen

I need another fix for broken dreams



If it wasn't for a bad luck, I've got no luck at all 

I trample four-leaf-clovers and sing “Scum lives on” 

There's no lucky stars above 

Like a ruined soul I hit and run 

World's full of silver spoon icons 

Super goals of future wasn't meant for me



You're pretty tied up with the dream of revolution 

I guess you'll never learn

I'm pretty tired of your institution 

Liberation from the way of the world



I'm the dog who bites the feeding hand

A perfect drug for the fashion queen

I need another fix for broken dreams

A little crack in reality



Life gets you down, pitch you up 

Try to make you stop 

Do the things that you love 

It's like a bad drug 

Gets you down, pitch you up,

Try to make you stop 

Do the things that you love, but don't give up!



I'm the dog who bites the feeding hand 

A perfect drug for the fashion queen

I need another fix for broken dreams 

A little crack in reality

I'm the dog who bites the feeding hand 

A perfect drug for the white trash fashion queen

I need another fix for broken dreams 

A little crack in reality

A little crack in reality

A little crack in reality

Yeah! Yeah!