The Fighter, The Rube, The Asshole

Depressed and he sings about whiskey
 deranged and he's covered in flies
 The girls get their bindles delivered from boys on their bikes
 And i don't believe in anyone
 And you're not as hard as you say
 You aren't dying or soaking your soul
 Boy, you don't know shit about shame
 You are a beautiful man with guitar covered in glory and love
 You've never shaken and barfed in your bed even once
 I don't believe you're a fighter
 I don't believe you're a rube.
 I don't believe in nothing you're trying to prove
 I'm up here dying with headfulls of pills,
 fingers of rubber a heartful of chills.
 Oh?
 I'm up here dying with headfulls of pills,
 fingers of rubber a heartful of chills.
 Oh?
 Somewhere something's on fire and somewhere a boy's 'bout to die
 Somewhere down in a rathole, they're praying to come up alive
 But this is the part where the pretty ones laugh while they're pretending to cry
 But this is the part where the pretty ones laugh while they're pretending to cry
 So bang on your drum and raise up your arms to the only god you've ever known.
 But stay the fuck out of my alley. (This is my home.)
 Stay the fuck out of my alley
 Stay the fuck out of my alley
 This is my home.
 You ain't nothing but an asshole
 You ain't nothing but an asshole
 You ain't nothing but an asshole
 (ASSHOLE)