The Butcher's Bill

We all fighting for the scraps that they throw us so you'd better be under the right table.
You'll live like shit and you'll die like shit. Because they'll fuck you as soon as they're able.

Sell out. Don't die. Sell out or die.
Scraping to get by.
There's not a whole lot of choices. There's always crime but it's too much brain power...

fucked - those are your choices. Sell out. Don't die. When you're paying the butcher's bill, look him straight in the face. Thank him for what he cut out of your life. Then drill that prick right in his face.