Broken window on the concrete, on the floorboards,
on the car seat
There’s no speakers, there’s no face plate
blood is boiling, I’m getting irate
Had a feeling there was something missing
Had a feeling there was something wrong
Had a feeling now I’m almost wishing your ass was here
cuz my cds are gone
Get yourself to rehab get yourself a real job
Crackhead get yourself off the crack
Get a fucking life and leave my car alone
Broken screendoor on the front porch
Cops are called in, writing reports
There’s no xbox there’s no purses
Girlfriends crying, I’m saying curses
You’ll get what you deserve