if bad luck comes in threes, i guess i should be pleased
twice i fought with drumsticks, twice i slept with bees
hell-bent on being grown-ups, but growing brings growing pains
we fight like marsupials, we rut like marsupials
stranger things have happened than this but you always do what people think you will
the more you scrub the thing that you scrub keeps on stinkin'
attempting deconstructive thinkin'
the more you stick around in it the less you tend to
but other folks can tell that you've been rolling in your own shit
i'm fed up being steve mcqueen to your dustin hoffman
papillon is building a raft
i'm tired of knawing the bars and taking hand-outs
get me out of this rat-race, got loads more stinks to kick up
i'm fed up being hung up on the things i need to give up
now i'm moving along at a snail's pace, got loads more sticks to pick up