Letra de What a Drag

They can’t say how great they got it without you feeling shame
For nothing but being the best at being a sentient punching bag
As you’re taking all the hits from all the rotten little shits
Swinging their dicks and giving lip while the wolves at bay
And don’t they all seem bored wasting the house you can’t afford
Hanging them out to dry on a rusty wire over open flames
And all you can say is what a drag
What a drag always a drag