Called in sick one day
Stepped out my front door.
Squinted up at the sky
And strapped on my backpack.
Got into a van
And when I returned I had
Ex-wives and children,
Boxes of photographs
And they gave me some food
And they didn't charge me
And they gave me some coffee
But they didn't charge me
And when I was broke I needed it more.
But now that I'm rich, they give me coffee.
Eating an ice cream cone
Texting with my thumbs
Flippin' off the asshole
Who pulled into my lane
Life could be longer than it's often cracked up to be
We all get new cells every seven years.
I feel seven a day.
It's a good day to die again
Now they save me my place
Over there in the corner
And I never get tickets
Yeah, I only get warnings.
But when I was broke I needed it more
And now that I'm rich,
I get free coffee.

Jedného dňa privolaní chorí
Vyšiel z mojich vchodových dverí.
Zamžoural na oblohu
A pripútaný na batohu.
Nasadol do dodávky
A keď som sa vrátil, mal som
Bývalé manželky a deti,
Škatule s fotografiami
A dali mi nejaké jedlo
A neúčtovali mi poplatok
A dali mi kávu
Ale neúčtovali mi poplatok
A keď som bol na mizine, potreboval som to viac.
Ale teraz, keď som bohatý, dajú mi kávu.
Jesť kornút zmrzliny
Posielam sms palce
Odhodím kretén
Kto sa dostal do môjho pruhu
Život môže byť dlhší, ako je často popraskaný
Všetci dostávame nové bunky každých sedem rokov.
Cítim sa sedem denne.
Je to dobrý deň na to, aby sme opäť zomreli
Teraz ma zachránia
Tam v rohu
A nikdy nedostanem lístky
Áno, dostávam iba varovania.
Ale keď som bol na mizine, potreboval som to viac
A teraz, keď som bohatý,
Kávu dostávam zadarmo.