Lyrics
How's this record treating you so far? Really? You're disappointed
Because it's not like the movie? Well, what the hell did you expect?
It's a record. Jesus H. Christmas. You kids nowadays with your
Entitlement. You know what my dad gave me for my birthday
Every year? A gun part. And then when I was eighteen, I had
A full gun and he threw me out of the house and said, "Now go
Kill your own dinner." That was life, and we didn't gripe
We pulled ourselves up by our stones and we went to work
When we weren't drunk, of course. Look, I'm sorry. It's just a
Soundtrack. Like it or don't like it. I'm gonna go have a belt
Because it's not like the movie? Well, what the hell did you expect?
It's a record. Jesus H. Christmas. You kids nowadays with your
Entitlement. You know what my dad gave me for my birthday
Every year? A gun part. And then when I was eighteen, I had
A full gun and he threw me out of the house and said, "Now go
Kill your own dinner." That was life, and we didn't gripe
We pulled ourselves up by our stones and we went to work
When we weren't drunk, of course. Look, I'm sorry. It's just a
Soundtrack. Like it or don't like it. I'm gonna go have a belt