Rock, Stock, Barrel

You don't need a girl and don't need your mom
And you don't need a buck and you don't need a job
Don't need a lay and you don't need a bone
Just need the world to leave you alone
Got nothin' to say got nothin' to do
Nothin' to reap, nothin' to blow
If you're gettin' bored you go the fuck home
I don't need a lady to twist up my dome

Primal scream
With your head in the clouds
We are the power
If you want it loud

Rock, stock, barrel

I'm fine in the slime of the time of the the crime
Of the grime of the rhyme 'cuz that's what is mine
Here in the hole I'm black as a mole
I live in the shit and the sins that I stole
Don't ever play me for some little kid
Paid all the dues for the crimes I commit
My body is young but my brain is so old
Just write the letters that spell rock and roll